Doomsday Clock

The doomsday clock advances, nearing death.
These darkened days have led to ebbing hope.
The minutes tick toward a final breath,
Or so it seems to those who try to cope.
The clock has ticked while men let hatred blaze.
They have forgone all urgent calls for peace.
They seek to mime the sun's consuming gaze,
Despite the fact that human life could cease.
But soon, their hate and virulence will end,
And those who worship war will be no more.
A promised dawn of lasting peace will mend
The hearts of all upon whom blessings pour.
   The answer does not lie with foolish men,
   Where hatred dwells and multiplies by ten.