Alas, my child you shan't!
Get used to a world of can't!
Our brains are fully scrubbed
Like kids in a foaming bath.
Rub-y-dee, rub-y dee dub.
We've been brain-spanked to
not ask any questions.
We don't dare question numbers!
Oh, no shush no!
Just be sure to have a brain
that totally slumbers.
The longer we hide, the bigger the number that will die!
And the world left to benevolent, quite evil, power mad dictators!
Whilst you are so grateful, being lonely, eating humble pie and 'taters!
Each day Big Brother on TV you do watch!
Hoping like prisoners to be let out?
No, you won't be, unless you are in a state run by sanity.
Very few, supporting our
The flu has been with is for over one hundred years.
We all survived, drank beer and shouted " Cheers! "
We now have become as trembling mice.
Follow orders and never think..thrice.
*Many poets here are aware of the spurious goings on.
To them, I lift a glass. Thank you for your sunshine!
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem