The clock tower strikes thirteen, where a Cathedral used to stand.
Since the slaughter of the Holy Wars, religion has been banned.
Against gender-hate, it was decreed, that the sexes are the same.
Donned in dreary-grey trouser-suits they’re all now plain “comrade”.
When your children love and serve the State.
When the words you speak don’t serve to communicate.
When you’re set aside time, so you can express your hate.
Welcome to the nightmare, we’re just running somewhat late
(Welcome! Welcome to) Orwell’s 1984
Sitting home alone each evening, minds empty of all views.
Nodding heads in agreement to the State programmes and news.
Another Boo-Man from the East, wars and famine terrorise.
So better to lose all freedoms, than to think and question why.
When you daren’t talk to strangers in the room.
When your children spy and report your moves.
When you’ve literally nothing left to lose.
Welcome to the nightmare, we’re just a little overdue.
Send me to room 101 for writing this song.
When laws are enforced to allow deletion of the past.
When state statistics and real-life contrast.
Your life’s dictated by the dead hand of the past.
Welcome to the nightmare, the new world order, at last!
©23.9.2015 Andrew Robert Chapman
Sitting home alone each evening, watching the nightly news.
Nodding heads in agreement to the State programmes and views.