Portending Calamity

Five minutes to midnight
One second from destruction
Digital clocks attempt
To keep it all under wraps
Straight lines in red
That offer some semblance of sanity
Everything turns to black and white
As if anything is really that simple
A stick in the ground
Offers more accurate readings
As the sun disappears
Behind artificial storm clouds
Bright lights blaze across the sky
And Gaia rumbles and groans
As She inches ever closer
To fixing the problem Herself
Even if set off by the introduction
Of too much energy into the ionosphere
Silent killers that infiltrate the mind
Providing docile sheep
That ignore the actualities
Of their so called reality