Big Ben

Unfolding in her eyes, the face of time
Scowling and frowning, looking unkind
Opens his mouth, showing hourglass teeth,
Ready to chatter and clatter in speech.

Fully unfolded, he lets out a roar,
Razor-pointed words tumble to the floor,
Cutting apart the laborious plans:
'Not long is to come in this age of man,
Think carefully about the path you tread,
While others stutter and mutter, shout instead'

Having heard his speech, I sat down to think
Hoping to conjure up that missing link,
A long-term fix for the mess that we're in,
But frankly I don't know where to begin.
What I can say is we need unity,
For in division there is death, you see?

Thoughts tormented me for minutes and more
Feeling the change that we all cry out for,
We need to cut off the head of this beast,
As we stare into the jaws of defeat.

After having exhausted my mind,
I looked up at her and said 'in time'.

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