Modern Life's Leaders Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A leader speaks, his words are stark,
'We stand prepared, to leave our mark.
If foes draw near, with angry might,
We'll turn the world to ancient night.'

'Our weapons wait, a potent art,
To send the clock back, from the start.
Three hundred years, a time gone past,
A shadow dark, the die is cast.'

The world he sees, in lines of dread,
With fearsome words, that fill the head.
A heavy threat, a chilling sound,
When modern life is unbound.