God Help Us All

Nineteen eighty four was late Not quite when Orwell said But slowly and in increments They are getting in your head They're trying to change your thinking. Quite slowly day by day Affecting how you view the world And, controlling what you say You're not allowed to voice your thoughts 'cause folk might get offended Even though they are innocent With no offence intended This modern world is changing Surreptitiously it seems It won't be long before they start Policing all our dreams They'll cart you off and lock you up It'll be no use complaining Then put you in room 101 for thought police retraining