2084

It’s winter in the year twenty-eighty-four Hell has landed on every shore Devilish eyes aglow as they rose to dominate People now captive to a totalitarian state Society is now ruled with an iron fist You’ve seen those movies; you know the gist Elders tell tales of an earth so free Crossing great valleys and sailing the sea I haven’t seen the sun since they poisoned the sky We scurry in darkness, where the wealthy don’t pry The air has a noxious opacity that stings my lungs Those activists on pedestals just spoke in tongues These decrepit streets are treacherous at night Instead, we huddle together in flickering candlelight Few can afford the luxury of simple power The doomsday clock lurks just shy of the hour We rummage through garbage for anything to eat Surviving cold-drenched nights is no easy feat The smell of street food, I’m teased by the air I try not to stare, for that chance he may share I’m enslaved by demons who pull the strings There’s no escape; they’ve clipped my wings Can’t we break this monotonous chain? Let’s rip it all up and start again I tearfully weep, “It’s not meant to be this way” I’m tired of being some sick monster’s prey Every night I dream of the same old prize That the darkness be pierced by a golden sunrise