It was not because of acting late
The purpose, challenging its fate
The result, guessing it's state
Voices, exclamations
Without solutions
Stimulations,
deafening without purpose
Anyone, could've oppose
But no one did arise;
Shyly and stupidly,
Vaguely but impotent
Expressed malevolent
Perhaps out of innocence
Hence,
Bumped over the fence
Stirring a coup
Like spilled soup
But
At the end; it was just the drop
In the cup,
That provoked the spill,
No one could stop;
An overspill,
Without its will
To fill