2020 Poem by Timothy Venard

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