Marching To A Brave New World Poem by John Fenton Mcleish

So we march towards huxley's brave new world
In disguise as agenda twenty one
Does rise to the crescendo of Orwell
Are you aware of what's about to come

For those great prophets who do speak the truth
Within these most dangerous times of war
Indicted for crimes without any proof
When treachery, lies have become the law

Pure evil does now permeate our race
And soon to infect our children's future
They tell us slavery we must embrace
Surveillance becomes our progenitor

Imagine a boot stamping on a face
Stamping on a human face, forever