Empires Crumble

​In wandering clouds of dust
Remaining as empires crumble,
The silent chaos demands a hero;
No one unusually glorious,
For redemption indulges the humble,
And no one herculean, virile,
For the torrent of mad destruction
Requires a tempering peace,
Whose invisible powers bend
The brokenness back into function,
Till angry ambitions cease,
And people love people again.