Cuban Missile Crisis

Tick, tick, tick, Tock, tock, tock. The hands are moved. On the Doomsday Clock... J F K, Sweats away. The truth revealed, To the world today. United Nations, Photo's shown. Missile bases, Their cover blown. While at sea, Ships are still. A quarantine ordered, From Capitol Hill. The world entire, Holds it breath. Will all perish, In nuclear death. In the Kremlin, Sense is shown. Castro's Cuba, Now stands alone. A secret deal, Is now made No Turkey missiles, A small price paid. Tick, tick, tick, Tock, tock, tock. The hands are moved, On the Doomsday Clock...