Shops are open,
But the streets are closed.
The sun is out,
But the children are in.
The world walks circles,
But nothing ever changes.
Spring, summer, winter, Autumn,
Melting together.
A single thought,
To fifty heads,
And nothing unique,
And nothing new.
The world’s greatest thinkers,
Forced not to think.
And the greatest works,
Forgotten.
Nameless politicians
In nameless buildings
Deciding the countries past, future, and present.
Police listen to conversation
Privacy is ignored.
And if they hear something new,
They have a problem, that they will fix
Beware my friends of 2020
And Orwellian hell of fascist design
Money for all
And equality for none
Simply stunning! I wish I had a poem like that within me. Keep up the good work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i think it is very good! keep writing, your good at it! u are very talented! please read my poetry? ? ?