The earth buckled beneath her weight,
A form it never could create.

A swirling mass of colors,
Consuming all it discovers.

Ripping through the fields and mountains,
Hot magma wrenched out in fountains.

Time and space bent in around her,
Reality left to flounder.

They used all the tools of the state,
Extremes winning out each debate,

Soldiers, missiles, bombs and others,
All sent out while our hope suffers.

Losses beyond accounting,
Figures all reduced to nothing.

From great king to lowest toiler,
Razed by Gertrude the Destroyer.