A scrawl and the hand creeps towards midnight
A tweet and more seconds slip through
The timer of sand in an unworthy hand
So fragile and grains left too few
Harsh words move the levers towards midnight
Pushing them past where they’ve been
One fifty of seconds and counting
Chaotic is calm and serene
At two and half minutes till midnight
The world gasps and points at the hands
Nudging the minutes towards doomsday
Alarmed at posturing stand
Revoking all rights, pushing midnight
New executive orders denounce
Push the hands back with insistence
Resist what the trumpets announce
