Orwellian Future Up Close

January 10, 2018

Leaky roof
Creaky bed
Empty cupboard
Throbbing head
Worry lines
Growing deeper
Pointed rifles
Are gatekeepers
Wife and I
Barely talk
Cold always follows
When I walk
Posters say:
"Life is great"
When was the last time
That I ate?
Days are filled
With only work
It's all but forbidden
For duties  to be shirked
We're glassy eyes,
Just flesh and bone
Is it treasonous to say
That I feel alone?

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