The Eyes of M.C. Esher
Orwell would be proud-
grey worlds encompassing
grey people,
bent down by their
great oppressor.
And though their
eyes lay blank
and glossy
from broken wills,
their masters are
reflected back into them.
Their great oppressor
shining through those same
blank eyes
and out into the world.
For your society becomes you
and who is stronger
then death.
This poem is about:
Our world