Revolution 5

Spin the wheel and choose your fate,
Turn it quickly, don't be late,
Carefully watch it slowly gyrate,
Guard yourself from anger and hate,
And stand up strong– don't vacillate,
Soon you'll no longer have to wait,
It slows, then stops,  one more time to rotate,
Then reveals its answer to end all debate–

A revolution won the Revolution.

The End

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