A poem based on a writing prompt. It was originally posted February 25, 2015. In the style of Dr. Seuss, describe current events Oh, the things that they'll see! With their cameras online,
They'll know where you'll be, they'll not miss a fine, They'll see when you're dancing, they'll see where you drink, They'll watch where you're glancing, you'll watch what you think. Politicians proposing preposterous proposals, Waiting while wanting and watching their workers, Who wither and wonder while watchers grow wealthy, The people protected, all paupers a'plenty. ~ Oh the things that they'll hear! Their ears through the air, They listen for laughter with lists on and after They'll link all the laughter to liaisons unlawful, Til everyone finds and defines stranger awful, Afraid of the passing proximity of people, Hiding from hearing whoever has hoped, For happiness free from pervasive protection. ~ Oh the things that they'll find! From their data mines, Digging deep down under our future's foundations, Beseeching, "We act for the good of the nation," For the good of the now, for the good of inflation, For the good of their pact with commercialisation, Why do they want your pictures of cats? You personal chats about cravats worn with hats? ~ Oh the things that you'll mind! When you find what they've mined, Your treasure not treasured by whomever must sift, Through data and datum, a strata of nada, Til something will stick the the wall of the watchers, They'll sift it and shift it from private to public, An offhanded comment on some obscure sub-topic, Or a download from pirates, for movies and music? ~ Oh the things that you'll fear! When you hear what they've heard, The stories and facts all twisted and blurred, A word you once trusted now churns out your fears, Your thoughts now adjusted, the smoke never clears, The war never ends, on drugs and on terror, on peace and on freedom, on truth and wherever It is that you hide, the government hears, It pricks up its ears, it can't let you decide. ~ Oh the things that you'll flee! If you open your eyes, Surrounded and silenced, not raring to rise. If you dare make a stand, and share your demands, Will the right people listen? Will the right people stir? The left-overs living listless, forlorn, Or the watchers who wait for a break from the norm? So the question remains, when the time has run out, Will you flee from the danger, will you try to get out, or will you break from your fear, and rise, stand and shout?
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