Orwell's Ghost
What he didn't see,
Through his deathbed's crystal ball,
Was that we would welcome
Our Big Brother.
Seat him in the most comfortable place on the sofa;
In front of the smart telly,
Take out the best China,
Serve the tastiest Cookies
(Sans Terms of agreement),
And instead of hiding
Our thoughtcrime diaries,
We would publish them
To the world.
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