Never listen to the voices
When they call
Never walk with the noises
They’ll eventually fall

                                Into the vast darkness
                                You’ll never want to call home
                                Dress yourself in starkness
                                Translate the first tome

Into the language of your time
Read it out loud on the streets
Don’t withhold a term because of the rhyme
Present it with catchy beats

                                The sheep will hum for days
                                The melody of meaning
                                Still, understanding is just a phase
                                Those eyes are dry from screening

Day in day out what’s in the news
Don’t you torture your brain
Instead of shuffling the blues
Make Orwell fiction again.

        © Dominik Alexander / 2024