An Ode To George Orwell (1984) *****
It picks up every little sound
Even a dust particle gone astray
Most especially all the sundries packed
And put up from long ago yesterday;
It picks up heavenly bodies and their shadows
As they tip - toe through the well laid maze
Giving us entertainment for a lifetime of tomorrows
Cheers to this 1984 surveilance craze;
It picks up the things less likely to be seen
As in microscopic - stealth - upon the ground they creep
It awakens us from pleasant dreams - most divine
And rouses us out of a very long - long sleep;
Here's to the sound and the light of this day...
May it forever give us the answers we WILL always need
No more to walk around in idle speculation - hearsay
As we have been desperate for proof of the purveyors of greed;
*****Dedicated To SM & JN... & E.M.B. and ALL of the ELVES
May Your Actions ALL be exposed
Our minds and hearts will not rest
Until the law has all the info they need
And travels the world to put you under arrest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem