Banned Book Club VII- 1984

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