Can you feel the deeps shiver,

In the ground-quake of uncertainty

The thing you have set your feet

Upon, suddenly is unstable

Your built-up hopes and dreams

Of a better future,

Snatched away in one swipe

At your progress

Your strife for nothing,

Your hopes all dead,

Your government is as ash,

Crumbling, burning, and becoming dust

Leaving you with the leftovers

Of a burned empire

What can you do?

How can you help?

Why did this happen?

Perhaps, to make you wonder

To have you ask such questions

Would surely be an end to the confusion,

Wouldn’t it?

Would you lead

A burned empire to victory?