Fragile

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This is symbolism of how Big Brother Really is 


I am that pink coral I bought in the shop

I am small and fragile 

And can easily pop


I write lies that people believe

I am strong and powerful

And can 't be decieved 


I have blood on my hands

With little regret

If they start showing me some respect


I watch and wonder

With delight in  my eyes

With telescreen and records of people I despise 


I will watch and protect you

If you follow my rules

We can all live in peace 

I don't want to be cruel


I am Big Brother 

The one an only

The head of the house 

The one with the key

Oceania is mine 

And you can never leave


So you have your options 

Make your pick

Will you stand with Big Brother 

Or disintegrate 


 

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