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
Copyright © Jerry Hackett | Year Posted 2018
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