Big Brother
I used to vote Republican
little that I knew;
colors blend together,red white and blue;
Big Brother watches from far and near
it matters not what cloth we wear;
his eyes roam this once free Land,
devouring him who takes a stand.
Big Brother ours has grown quite gross,
he watches us like Eagle doth.
So if you believe that your vote counts,
think again,
Big Brother knows it wont.
Copyright © Ryan Hellerud | Year Posted 2008
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