After Facebook
I feel like crescent of the Moon
-folded and bent over
-like the man in poem for the king
-to use him as a hook, to ride the Royal-Horse.
Eyes wearing telescope, microscope
-magnify what they see near feet, footsteps…
"Where are feet? "
"Where went they? "
"Did they get a permit? "
Run the list of where, when,
-why and how; question marks…
I find me behind bars
-meet a tall, worried guy
- "And your name? "
-politely ask him and enquire…
"Have you read the ‘Nineteen Eighty-Four? '"
-he replies…
Talking of Stalin
-George Orwell has revealed
-what goes on in our lives
-with Facebook, Microsoft
-as well as Google and Media.
Sent little saliva
-to find my DNA
-came package by the air…
- "Born and raised prisoner…"
Want to take off cover
-intend to walk naked
-why fool me with:
- "Secret, Private"?
-they know me anyway! ! !
Such words are meaningless! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem