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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