Wednesday, 31 July 2013

Big Brother

He sits alone and does not blink,
He knows he’s not supposed to think.
The news reports are clearly lies,
Which hidden deep his mind denies.

And yet his face is serene calm,
The lone response that brings no harm.
For cameras, cameras everywhere.
In endless spying do ensnare.

Placed to protect, their advert cites,
Ultimately strip us of our rights.
How paranoid the world’s become,
All joy turned ashen, hearts now glum.

He dare not speak his fears allowed,
Not with a friend, nor in a crowd.
For just one phrase or word of gloom,
Could bring upon him vengeful doom.

See, our body’s theirs and freedoms lent,
Until such time as they deem spent.
And on that day without a trace,
They’ll disappear you from the race.

He feels this fear, he’s misplaced folk,
Who dared to jest ‘bout ox and yoke.
Yet in the shell he hides within,
He knows one day they’ll come for him.

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