Looking Up

It has struck midnight once before It tolled the end of a terrible war Fifty million of us were lost Wars are waged with alarming cost It warns us all through out the land We fear the movement of its hand There is no key to reset the wind Its powered by our frightened mind We guess at our fate and recall our birth It reminds us of our singular earth We have but one, one place to dwell Put distance between that clock and its’ bell If ever those hands point towards the sky Then ours must wave one last goodbye 10 Feb 18