The pulse of truth is dead
Slain by Big Brother's greed
Who owns the reason inside
Every citizen's head.
What you witnessed is a ghost
What you saw is but a lie.
Big Brother is the host
Of the light within your eye.
The volcano's fire is a cooling wave,
The ocean is a burning grave.
Trust not the retina, nor the bone:
Big Brother is the truth, and him alone.
The victim wears the predator's face,
The healthy bow to the ill's embrace.
In the ledger where the shadows play,
Offense is what the peaceful say.
He bids you reject the evidence of your eye,
Ignore the heralds from the sky.
Big Brother is watching you--
And it's pretty bad for you
But the hour is coming soon:
Big Brother shall be watched by all at noon.
Before the sunset, in the presence of God,
And it will be
PrettiGood.
A very engaging and thought provoking poem crafted with great imagination. Well presented.
An extraordinary poem! I can tell that you put a lot of time and effort into it, to craft it with beautiful rhythm and rhyme! I respect that in a poet! Keep up the brilliant work!
Such an excellently written poem that so perfectly sums up the sickening truth--that truth is dying... I wonder, was your poet's note sarcastic?
Thanks for the comment Timber. The poet's note is for Big Brother. He might be watching and I don't want him to sue the speaker in the poem.
Powerfully and Heart touchingly sewn! .. Endless 10'S And Stars! ..+++++++++++++++++++++++
A Pretti and R Good, May God Bless! .. And May they rest in Gods Loving Arms! ..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's a sad day when truth is not flowing within us because we are disconnected from it's source!
It is extremely sad and dangerous!