Eduardo Vazquez

A One Hundred Year Rhyme

Doubts are held in the throat

Civilization at the dawn of revolution

A change of what was considered a constant

What is it going to be like?

Is it going to take everyone with it?

The answer hiding in the future

Could the solution resemble a progressive past?

Unknown to civilization too many variables

But civilization has seen many waves of revolutions 

They shape the shore and retreat

In their path making one question surface

What is the shore going to look like?