cut off

As minutes tick away upon the clock
They wait in shock the headsman's falling blade
The plans they made, once solid as a rock,
Now run amok, dispersed by a grenade

A bitter fate awaits them in the dawn
A blackened swan has caught them unaware
The silent spyware weaved around a con
Has made a pawn each dream they dreamt to share

With hollowed eyes they beg for a reprieve
And some will grieve while dancing 'neath the moon
As lovers croon, preparing hearts to cleave
To be bereaved of patrons all too soon

The smallest sound makes Tiktok watchers jump
As all await the edict of the Trump