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The global tide awashed up on the Thames,
The whales and sharks to dine in finest flair
And witness bearing Herculean flames
With lessers left unthroned with gasps for air.
And with the hype of Maya’s Zero Year
Shall men fall prey, and led into the night?
The world will truly know of hunger,  fear –
Its bonds to loose, the Eye,its only sight.
Yet, barely decade past, the ground was laid
That purchased mankind cheap – the power sale.
This game of mice and men has been well played,
Remotely planed to bring the towers’ fail.
And will atomic roll of dice portend
A Brave New World or man’s Olympic end?