It’s the Year 2007
But remember the day when you had your photo took,
They took your best side, took your best look.
You felt like a model it was something renown,
A time in your life, a time to pin down.
The camera in our youth was magic in a box,
But today the innocents and magic is gone
Where ever you go, there will be a camera your on.
A spy on every corner, inside every shop,
On motorway bridges, bottom and top.
There’s nowhere to go, nowhere to hide,
But as far as I know our home’s’
Are still safe inside.
It stops terrorism, unsocial behaviour, Burglary and drugs.
Dropping the crime rate,
Were told It’s for our own good.
Having to pass a lie detector, your self to insure,
Why pay at all, when we still feel,
We‘ve let it sneak up behind us,
We’ve let the magic be abused,
And we as a Nation are all left confused.
We allowed our leaders,
All of us, to out fox,
And now were all prisoners of that,
“ Magical box”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem