Big Brother Is Watching
By Elton Camp
On Facebook, Bill can’t seem to realize
Criticizing the government isn’t wise
It’s brought their wrath on him before
And now he’s done the same once more
Suspicious words he continues to use
His old Uncle Sam it does not amuse
His every post Sam is scrutinizing
That he’s in trouble isn’t surprising
Guns in hand, they’ve got him surrounded
His wife is both angry and astounded
“Bill, to do like this you cannot.
Why, you could even get me shot.”
If the authorities you continue to gall,
A tank may punch a hole in the wall!”
He sits at the computer and types away
And ignores every word she does say
Federal agents burst in and haul him away
Say that his country he attempted to betray
Whatever may appear on the Internet
A close look from Sam is going to get
Haven't got time for those cynical people
They're never gonna drag me down
Life's too short for whining and complaining
In their own negativity they drown
For twenty-four seven it's non-stop paranoia
Can't imagine living that way
On the sunniest day their sun doesn't shine
I rather spend time making hay
Suspecting the government's watching us
Taping us each time we pee
Had no idea things had gotten that serious
Why such interest in little old me
Well I'm just gonna go on my merry old way
More important things on my mind
Like feeding Dufus and my persian cat Lily
A good way to stay sane I find
Haven't got time for those cynical people
There's exciting stuff to explore
This friendly old planet is beckoning me
So I'm off to open more doors
© Jack Ellison 2013
Big Brother is Watching
By Elton Camp
Of my phone calls Sam’s keeping track
In case I am planning a terrorist attack
None of my e-mails can come or go
Without Uncle knowing that it’s so
My Facebook he does scrutinize
With his beaming, knowing eyes
But says patterns are all he does seek
He doesn’t read or listen when I speak
And I know that is bound to be true
Sam’s honest in all that he does do
If I’ve naught to hide, why fear
So let him both read and hear
The one with that job will find it tough
For what I publish is mundane stuff
The president I would never assassinate
For senseless violence I thoroughly hate
Nor would I bomb some public place
Such cowardly acts are a total disgrace
So go ahead, Sam, and take a peek
However, you won’t find what you seek
They say "Big Brother" is watching you,
And I know that it must be true.
Someone sees and hears us all,
Whether we do good or if we fall.
That Someone is God's Son, Jesus.
Our Big Brother, He always sees us.
Everything we do, every word we say,
Jesus sees and hears everyday.
Not just our deeds, He knows our thoughts,
He knows the hidden secrets of our hearts.
Nothing is hidden from His watchful eyes.
He sees and hears each breath, each sigh.
Yes, Big Brother is watching us,
The Son of God, Christ Jesus.
But more than watch, He intercedes,
Asking the Father to meet our needs.
6/30/12 For Black Eyed Susan's "Big Brother -
who's watching you and why" contest
3rd place
"My Big Brother" up and down the street
He could be anyone you meet
Spying on you from the street
Looking in from every beat
"My Big Brother" isn't that sweet
"My Big Brother" and I don't know why
Casting in from above the sky
"My Big Brother" the commie spy
Listening in do or die
Bringing his book in
Taught within
My Big Brother, 1-800-LET-US IN
Caught with paper and a pen
All because, "My Big Brother" let himself in
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