The slow tic, tic, tic
here all are poised
all wait and anticipate, that call
the call to action, that call to flight

In this room they wait
by the beaches radar sentinels still state
all is clear, all is safe
yet all still wait, tic tic tic

How many here in this bunker
how many have lost loved ones
within this dusty war room
all tears have turned to rust

Many wonder if this will ever end
will all be final if they surrender
should the enemy pierce this inner sanctum
who will be left to protect this land

The tic tic tic seams to get louder
all here are poised to the same dance
the word scramble is on their red lips
as all the phones do now start to ring


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris


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