Privacy is something we endure to have.
Our own little space where we can relax.
Sadly with me it is something I cannot have,
even in my own back garden
I have noses stuck over the fence
to report every move I make to the local authorities.
Even while write this
I can feel their eyes watching my every move
as I sit in my garden.
The worst part of it is the local authorities
said they could do it.
So much for being the private person I would like to be.
Instead I have eyes watching me all the time.
The problem is who can I turn to?
Our neighbour can have their rights to privacy,
but I have none of my own even on my own property.
20 July 2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem