The Chicken Dance On the Doomsday Clock
Here it comes passed starting,
close to the end of the party
in between the laughter and the jokes
the first last kiss of goodbye to hope
as the apocalyptic clock
holds a breath at two minutes locked
waiting for the word
push button feared to be heard
lost to common sense slurred -
who's the man of the hour
if all is lost, what good is power?
Threat and rhetoric
displaces time and leverage
and children bow and cover
in threat of losing what life once discovered
in past forgotten wars abhorred
memory disposed by bombs and swords
could the mind or time erase
the holocaust of the human race?
Step away a second,
give peace, diplomacy a chance
there is nothing beyond this chicken dance.
Updated for Doomsday Clock 2/10/2018
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