Maybe I'm listening to too much dystopian rap?
But every conspiracy seems to be coming fact.
The noose is tightening around sheepish necks,
Realise quick that our best interests aren't next.
A hellish wasteland where free speech is banned,
Looking at the television for our next command.
Am I talking about 1984 the book or 2020 real life?
Fiction and Nonfiction melt together on a butter knife.
Politicians are puppets but who's pulling those strings?
Demons and dark entities, angels with dirty wings.
A swift infection has taken over the whole globe,
Trying to get the antivirus into your left earlobe.
People aren't the same because lockdown broke em' down,
PTSD was initiated by Boris Johnson, the fat clown.
I fear for our future because I care far too much,
Not all beings out here are human, can sense without touch.
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Well, some said the end of the world was gonna be 1914 - but we're still 'ere! lol.
Haha true!
Who would have thought in Britain you could get arrested for free speech.
The world sure is on edge and the worse is still to come.
Exactly mate, unbelievable.
I remember reading Brave New World, 1984 and they at the time seemed so foreign now a dark prophesy that is unfolding. A good write.
Sure does seem it, thank you.
Most welcome
Interesting times and we are still here!
Very interesting, cheers.
Nobody can say they weren't warned.... well warned, Sir!
Neatly put, Shaun.
Thanks pal!
i agree with most of your views- and am troubled by the lack of freedom these days..Who's pulling the strings, indeed?
Thanks, appreciated.
you are welcome
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