Orwell
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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,
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
Welcome every boy and girl
To this arbitrary world
Watch what you say and who you meet
You never know who is lurking on the street
You know somebody is watching
They know right where you come from
