Monthly Archives: January 2016

1984 – A Poem

Moulded from the cradle

Until they reached their grave

In grey suits, they wandered…

Bland,

Aimless,

Slaves.

 

Slaves to society,

Slaves to the State.

Brainwashed

Baited

And Education sealed their fate.

 

Conformity crushed the soul

Of every living thing

Institutionalised,

Indoctrinated,

And money became king.

 

They bought high; sold out low

Worked

Towards an unknown goal

Until consumerism

Swallowed

The world up

Whole.

 

In their quest to fill the emptiness

As they hurtled towards the grave,

They plugged the void,

The gaping hole,

With all the stuff they craved.

 

And, like lambs to the slaughter,

Not fully understanding

What it is we need to find,

We follow

This lesson in futility

Eyes shut,

Blind.

 

Moulded from the cradle

Until we reach the grave

In grey suits, we wander…

Bland,

Aimless,

Slaves.

 

JB 2016.

 

 

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