Cuban Missile Crisis Poem by Shaun Cronick

Tick, tick, tick,
Tock, tock, tock.
The hands are moved.
On the Doomsday Clock...

J F K,
Sweats away.
The truth revealed,
To the world today.

United Nations,
Photo's shown.
Missile bases,
Their cover blown.

While at sea,
Ships are still.
A quarantine ordered,
From Capitol Hill.

The world entire,
Holds it breath.
Will all perish,
In nuclear death.

In the Kremlin,
Sense is shown.
Castro's Cuba,
Now stands alone.

A secret deal,
Is now made
No Turkey missiles,
A small price paid.

Tick, tick, tick,
Tock, tock, tock.
The hands are moved,
On the Doomsday Clock...