A world of telescreens, we reside
Where every word and action must hide
Thoughts suppressed, freedoms denied
A society where privacy has long died
Eyes all around, watching every move
No corner left untouched, no secrets to prove
Assured of safety, yet deceived we remain,
Enslaved by screens, our minds in constant strain.
The Party's eyes, a perpetual shadow
No refuge from their scrutiny, no safe frontier
They observe our whispers, our quiet despair
No act unseen, no notion spared
A constant reminder, their watchful eyes
The power they hold, the truth they hide
Our freedom traded for false security
Blinded by propaganda, we fail to see
The screens echo, repeating the lies
Rewriting history, truth's final demise
We're puppets, swaying to the beat,
Trapped in a nightmare, lost in defeat.
Deep within, a flicker remains
A vague memory of what once ran through our veins
Far defeated, our spirits are not erased
A spark of resistance is now encased
They may have won the fight
But the depths of our hearts lies a glimmer of light
Pass the knowledge, keep the memory alive
Aid future generations, let them strive
Through whispers and secrets, we will rise again
Reignite the flame, truth's victory we shall attain
For even in darkness, a small light glows
Defiance within us, let's put on a show
Take back our freedom, our lives we'll reclaim
In the face of oppression, our spirits remain
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PoetrySome ideas are formed enough to gain their own book, their own special moment. Yet, some are kept in the back of an attic, waiting to be heard and shared, even if they haven't been fully established. We should share them, bring light onto what we ma...
