I foresee at day, not distant,
when armed drones patrol our skies.
Where people labelled dissidents
will be killed without a trial.
In the cities of the future
walls and ceilings will be glass.
Big brother will be watching
like George Orwell once forecast.
In the future called panopticon
You never will feel free.
You will never know whose watching
and you won't know what they see.
If equality of outcomes
is your wish and fervent prayer-
go and lie down in some graveyard
You'll be sure to find it there.
Otherwise, arouse yourselves
before it is too late.
Don't be a useful idiot
to an overreaching State.
Go ask the Pakistanis
about the war that never ends
Ask how they've been treated
( and we label them our "friends")
The drones we use in Pakistan
will soon be loosed on you.
Will you enjoy a tyranny
of the many by the few?
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 6:14 AM UTC
I foresee at day, not distant,
when armed drones patrol our skies.
Where people labelled dissidents
will be killed without a trial.
In the cities of the future
walls and ceilings will be glass.
Big brother will be watching
like George Orwell once forecast.
In the future called panopticon
You never will feel free.
You will never know whose watching
and you won't know what they see.
If equality of outcomes
is your wish and fervent prayer-
go and lie down in some graveyard
You'll be sure to find it there.
Otherwise, arouse yourselves
before it is too late.
Don't be a useful idiot
to an overreaching State.
Go ask the Pakistanis
about the war that never ends
Ask how they've been treated
( and we label them our "friends")
The drones we use in Pakistan
will soon be loosed on you.
Will you enjoy a tyranny
of the many by the few?
A dis-utopian poem based on a recent Op-Ed in the New York Times
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