The fall of the tyrannical

We all had ideas
of how we should be
Some wanted leaders,
And some to be free
we created a concept
with leaves like the tree
when colors would change,
one spoke with a plea:
“well this change is 'great'
but I disagree”
Others see red
but me, I want green.
What he wanted was 'modest'
a simple machine
He led with much hubris
not backed by his team.
The system collapsed
awoke from the dream
this battle was water
but flowing upstream.
The problem here lies,
with being extreme.
The others took note,
and ended regime
no system, no order
just chaos.
Serene.