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Midtone grey surrounds what’s left of a man’s soul
Scenes of biblical abominations troll
Inky are the hellish horizons appalled 
An okay is needed for anything at all 
Manipulating truth determines your life
Erasing individuality is part of your strife 
Robotic neurotic, emotionless choice, nary a voice
Force proles controlling every movement 
A new history engraves the stone 'tis not heaven sent 
Welcome to Big Brother, a new king for Englanders
and now Oceania’s greatest symbol stirs
Its omnipresent presence manifests a leader never seen
On the other hand, pervasive propaganda and relentless 
mass surveillance Y.o.u.r world bordered by assailants
of diseased disorder the new order  
Love only lasts ‘til tortured—T.O.R.T.U.R.E.D.
here denigration lives and stifles the minds
Rage is caged, his caged birds, for brainwash study
A broken will, with allegiance and only to Big Brother
An okay, you shan’t do anything for “the one you love”, 
for lost souls your betrayal punishment are 
Fear of rats  the  Fear of drowning, he knows you
Love is for Big Brother, heil him
A misplaced society replaced with overwhelming desires
The pen archaic, the persona paranoiac yet he cannot resist
A diary kept is punished by death— where no laws exist
Let it be a real nib and not of scratch dipped into 
Trembling is the cobalt bottle of ink— write for the future?
A doublethink (a newspeak word) what if the future is like the present?
Meaningless are the words, and the ink has dried                                              
 “Down with Big Brother!” across the pages, to the future or past, greetings!
Thought criminals, thought police shoot you in the back of the neck
Thought crime is death, motion sensed by the Telescreen
Rotting houses are the new landscapes normal sites
An air raid then maps they’ll remake
Everything is backwards, everything's erased
Coins, posters, bills, are black mustachioed faced in his soulless image 
                                                       ______            
                                                     /_______\ <---not great again
Real pain  real people  households?   |^|    |^|         
cannot survive without privacy extinct
These are not the households made great again     
cardboard patched buildings musky, murky 
from yesteryears (sigh) atomic ashes
Cabbage smells and the percolating of stale coffee
drips, reeks of life bleak  Victory gin Victory cigarettes 
eyes peeled vigilant and habits are instinct 
The Party’s (3) slogans  War is Peace
Freedom is Slavery  Ignorance is Strength 
Another one you must construe; Big Brother is watching you
Potential wars blaming terrorism
No government email, no government address, 
can’t approach get shot in the neck?
We stand upon your halls, lots, lawns fighting hard to reach
United we just maybe while in a protest spree of impeach
Impeach! the fear he makes us feel
And the leech who stands by him, saps our strength ruthlessly,
Pride goeth before the fall
with the law makers they bash in town halls
He may have brought us together after all
Our time has run out here on Earth
And our time has come to the crossroads
A stolen wife from a rival tribe, 
oh oligarch, King David
With God you’re not, when a first child’s birth 
is a certificate of death 
Even the powerful aren’t immune from
God’s wrath
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