Nineteen Eighty Four

I read it in the past when the year was to come,

and many more times since, in my psyche it has hung,

The world has changed, and changed once more,

since the world of technology kicked in the door.

I often wonder if Orwell was right,

when I’m dreaming of ‘1984’ at night.

The future imperfect , all over the place,

 and smiling smugly, Big Brother’s face.

From out of the screens of every device,

The message that’s proffered , is not one that’s nice.

People like him, as usual smile smugly,

Our beautiful world has become so ugly.

You may be lonely, but you’re never alone,

with beeps and cheeps when you’re on the phone,

Social mediators, they’re checking you out,

Watching where you go, what you’re about.

Was  Room 101 an actual place,

or an empty attic in a vacant space?

A cold dark place inside of your head,

the one that’s likely signposted for dread.

It’s maybe the door marked up as ‘Dystopia’

which we can’t see , due to severe myopia,

Orwell may have predicted our fate,

As we sail backwards from utopian state.