One minute to midnight on the clock.
Do you hear the loud cries of our home?
The conman tricks people with his talk,
inflicting them ignorance syndrome.
Thirty seconds now left to midnight.
They are in denial, full of spite
for the ones who warned us in advance…
Those who now know, we have lost our chance.
Can you hear our home’s cries anymore?
Those that they continue to ignore.
Only five seconds to midnight now.
Most of us are sadly long gone now.
… … … … …
The clock’s hands have reached midnight by now.
Everyone is gone, so this poem
will remain unfinished forever.