Upon a rocky,

narrow mountain,

the tower stood tall.

Until struck by lightening,

then its’ people are thrown into fall,

headfirst,

with arms flailing.

Liberation, prevailing.

You see, the foundations were poor,

and the tower didn’t stand a chance,

when faced with divine intervention,

and its’ painful dance.

Reappearing like a bad penny;

unwelcome, and foreboding.

Bringing about unavoidable chaos;

abrupt and exploding,

In the name of change,

this tragedy must take place,

And is up to only you,

whether you face it with grace.