Speak of places devoid of beauty

Of rot and mould engulfing the mind

Speak of the dalliance of scents

Putrid and sweet collide leaving you sick

Speak of the laws of a thousand years

That leave dust on your mind and soul

Speak of threadbare sheets

Of insects that eat your heart and skin

Speak dear child speak

To rid yourself of all the demons

Because it’s 1984 in 2015

And Big Brother has evolved.

Author: loladeniyi


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