Revolution
The revolution happened
But for nought.
They never got
What they sought.
The peace signs
Didn't matter.
The glass they did shatter.
But no one powerful listened.
It went as all revolutions go.
The results bloom slowly you know.
And they grow.
Into a newly sprung flower.
The old flower now shattered.
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[More it changes, more it remains the same] An old French proverb says. Your poem exemplifies this in a most elegant and persuasive way. Excellent work.