1984

Anthony Hall

That impossible year, which we dreaded is here

When Big Brother would rule our existence

All part of the plan, not devised by one man

But at our own very insistence

 

A Rebel inside. Our true thoughts we hide

In a box tucked away in the attic

As intelligence sinks, to a cruel savage brink

Behind veils of the loyal fanatic

 

Policing our mind. We fear what they’ll find

And bring up the veil in great haste

But it turns out instead, we’re easily read

Thought-crimes are all over our face

 

It also is clear, our children we fear

War games they have learned very well

Playing hide-n-go-seek, they spy-n-go-speak

To Big Brother. Our secrets they tell

 

Truth and Family, was the reality

But the Party subordinates the truth

For its own power gain. We fight, but in vain

As it corrupts and brainwashes our youth

 

We should just give in, for Big Brother will win

Surely it can’t hurt all that much

Propagandas’ our feed. The Party fills our need

Our Tele-screens keep us in touch

 

If we constantly train, seal this truth in our brain

And are confident there is no other

Then the Party will bless loyal ones who confess:

“I trust and I love my Big Brother”

 

Copyright ©2010 Anthony Hall