A Totalitarian WorldImagine a world where you're controlled,
Where you are always being watched, So you are never alone. Can't decide on your own. The government has Total power Over you And your World. WatchedEvery movement has to be calculated,
Every word of every dialogue, carefully chosen. A single flicker of the eye, One abnormal heartbeat, The slightest quaver in your voice, Anything can sell you out. Even your own thoughts... ...Or your own children. Who think this is all a game, a joke. Who are called "child heroes" for killing the very reason they are alive. They think everything will be just fine. That at the end of the day, the games will be over, life will be normal. Better not keep any dark secrets. The Secret Police is everywhere. Where the Grass Grows GreenThe sky is blue and the sun is golden,
But grass grows greener on the other side. During the night, all the stars seem frozen, From my sight, the moon's shine is not as wide. In a world where people walk like dead meat, Where one's soul is dead and deeply buried, Where propaganda posters rape the streets, It's no wonder we need to be wary. Crushed under the weight of the stalking eye, For the slightest, stupid, little mistake, One could be reported without goodbye. To wish for a better life for our sake! Military forces and warning signs, Keep me from the green grass and the moon's shine. TotalitarianismYou're forced to obey,
Controlled twenty-four/seven. Zero privacy. Big Brother is WatchingBig Brother is watching you,
Careful with your words. Big Brother is watching you, Careful with your steps. Big Brother is watching you, Careful with your thoughts. DOWN WITH BIG BROTHER! DOWN WITH BIG BROTHER! DOWN WITH BIG BROTHER! Careful with these words, They are guaranteed to get you caught. Don't mess with Big Brother, Or Big brother will mess with you. They say it happens during the night. They say they wake you up and put you under arrest. And you are erased from the world. No more personal files, No more house, or job, You are quickly replaced. Your neighbours and co-workers will forget. All. About. You. As if your soul never existed. |
Welcome to my LifeMy name is Kim,
I am seven years old, I live with my mommy and daddy. I have black eyes and black hair, Sometimes I wish I could let my hair grow really long. But I always have to get it cut down to fit the "image". Every day I have to wear the same thing as everyone, And it gets kind of boring. My outfit consists of blue pants and a blue sweater. I wish I could dress in pink instead. And it’s not even a nice blue! It is a sad blue, It’s the colour of the sky when it cries. There are not a lot of colours outside. Sometimes the sky is nice blue, Sometimes it is even orange and pink and red! But most of the time it is white or grey. All the buildings are grey too. And the grass is yellow, The kind of yellow that makes me want to vomit. I don't like feeling sick. But I do like the feeling of the sun warming my skin, And the breeze that caresses my hair. I wish I could be outside all the time. But I can’t. I'm not allowed. I have to do work instead. But it is really hard and I don’t like it. I do even more work at school. I have to sit straight in class and listen to what the teacher says. If I disrupt the class, I get in big trouble. When I laugh, I get in trouble. My parents tell me to be quiet a lot, or else I’ll get in trouble. When I get in trouble, I get hit. My dad says I have to do exactly what I am told to do. I get hit if I do something wrong or make a mistake or if I don’t listen. My mom says that if I ever do a big mistake, the people who know everything will find out and come and get me. I don’t know who these people are but I don’t want them to come and get me. Sometimes I have nightmares that these people will take me away from my parents. When I have nightmares, I wake up screaming. My parents come in my room and tell me to stop screaming or else I’ll get in trouble. That makes me scream even more. I'm afraid of getting in trouble. People say that even our neighbours can get in trouble. One day our neighbour disappeared. Mom said that she made a mistake and so the people who know everything came and got her. I don’t know where they took her. When I asked where she went, and if shell ever be coming back, no one answered me. I don’t like secrets. I'm scared of the things that people hide from me because I don't know what they hiding. There’s a poster with a scary man on it in front of my house. The man’s eyes seem to be watching me all the time. There are also words on the poster. I don’t know what the words mean. There are posters like that one on buildings and walls around town. All those eyes on the walls seem to be watching me. Sometimes I wonder what lies behind the walls. But it’s bad to wonder. |