Glass House

FredPeyer

Living in a glass house

Every move transparent

Nothing hidden from

Those who spy

 

Communications wide open

Every spoken or written word

Open for inspection by

Those who spy

 

Every sordid detail of our

Petty little lives

Filleted and consumed by

Those who spy

 

The irony being that

Those who spy

Also live in glass houses

Being spied upon

  • Author: Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 23rd, 2017 11:23
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 44
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓

✔ Receive the ebook in seconds ✔ 50 poems from 50 different authors


Comments +

Comments4

  • Fay Slimm.

    All goes round in a watcher's circle Fred - good points made here.

    • FredPeyer

      Thanks Fay, you are right, it is a circle, or should we say circus?

    • charlesbarrett

      Nice write. Very thought provoking piece.

      • FredPeyer

        Thank you so much Charles!

      • burning-embers

        Nice twist. But when the spies open these comments will we be hauled before the master spy?

        • FredPeyer

          Don't thinks so, I think they just throw us down a hole somewhere and conveniently lose the keys! 🙂

          • burning-embers

            Okay, but somebody spies where those keys went. This could be an ever repeating spiral.

            • FredPeyer

              And this could become an ever repeating comment section, so shush! 🙂

            • kevin browne

              prying eyes are everywhere you go these days and living in your glass house only invites them in. great thought provoking and interesting compact write. well done my friend.

              • FredPeyer

                Thanks Kevin, I really do appreciate your comments.

                • kevin browne

                  you a very welcome!



                To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.