She stood wrapped in smoke almost invisible and as the ash fell on her,
Her voice became louder, the sirens and screams quieted.
She stood there as a ghost hidden in the haze yelling "REVOLUTION! REVOLUTION! REVOLUTION!"
One loud bang and her voice was silent.
No longer a ghost in the haze, no longer a silhouette in the chaos, no longer no longer.
She became the spirit of change and the debris fell on her 'revolution' that now lay sprayed across the streets.
Ideas are powerful things that the people in power will bridle if given the chance.
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