Big Brother Syndrome Poem by Sathya Narayana
Big Brother Syndrome
Burning! Burning! Whole world is burning
Erased ghettos, razing down skyscrapers
Mowed out farms, fields and meadows
Smoldering woods, thickets and vines
Thawing glaciers and boiling polar waters
War-fire far and wide; wild and torrid
Melting earth into oceans
Asia and Australia in shambles
Africa reduced to hot ashes
And South America under mercenary cap
Screaming, shouting and crying everywhere
Whole human world looking like God’s acre
In the bloody gore, pillage, mire and pyre
Scurrying kith and kin, in rubble, gathering
Scattered limbs of their near and dear ones
Tragedy reigning; hungry cinders remaining
In ravaged homes and ruined lives
“Ha! Ha! Ha! What a scene! How picturesque! ”
Dream broke! Big Brother awoke!
With cold sweat on his face and
Cold feeling sweeping his fetish mind
Smiled he in wild ‘sadist’faction at his reverie
Muttered he to himself in glee
“I will! I will! Fulfill this dream!
And slake this thirst! This hunger and this lust!
With hysterical urge reach those orgasmic crests
And stand there laughing my heart out
And shout, shout and shout like a lunatic
I am Lord! I am God! I am the Almighty! ! ! ”
I gave this an 8 because I was able to understand it enough to get the full enjoyment out of the meaning. Big Brother is a powerful symbol and he comes alive in this poem. I expect him to appear at any moment. GW62
Wow! ! ! ! ! ! ! I am amazed! ! ! ! ! i haven't read anything like this before! it's amazing because it's original and such words have never put that big of an image in my mind before! ! ! ! ! ! beyond10
Wow! ! ! ! ! ! ! I am amazed! ! ! ! ! i haven't read anything like this before! it's amazing because it's original and such words have never put that big of an image in my mind before! ! ! ! ! ! beyond A 10
a very vivid account of degradation of man and, and man made disasters horror, disgust comes through your images.have we become helpless spectators? 10 Mamta
a valient one this big brother edging out the rest
An impressive passionate piece, which I can almost hear screamed and yelled to music, the way that the young punk musicians express their anger and frustration with the staus quo. Your concerns are more widely based and more altruistic but the passion is equally ferocious. An honest and heartfelt poem, I believe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/7/2025 7:42:13 AM # 1.0.0
A wonderful wake up call for the big brother that flows well with the theme. A vividly painted developing world looking for for leadership from the big brother rather than 'dadagiri' and inert role.