We are talking. At last.
Speaking out about it all,
Finally being able to pronounce;
Don’t interrupt.
Time is up.

We are not some parody
of an Arthur Miller play,
So don’t you dare pretend we are,
The witches are real, and
Time is up.

Listen, listen, listen
To the power in our voices,
To the clock ticking down,
Wait for the implosion;
Time is up.

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