Big Brother

Big Brother watches us, down on the ground,

Doing what we are told, not making a sound.

We listen, follow commands, its our nature,

No other lifestyle that we know.

Telescreens looking close, that's the game, 

Always watching, that's always the aim.

Using all four ministries, using distractions,

Love, but no benefactions.

Winston and Julia, running together,

Meeting in secret, in altogether.

They end up selling each other out,

When seeing each other again, they looked glout.

While they were together, Big Brother was plotting,

Julia and Winston didn't know it was brainwashing.

"Two plus Two equals Five", they tried further,

Winston then said "I love Big Brother".


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