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
YOU ARE READING
1984 Poems
PoetryPoetry This was an Idea that I had after we had to make 1984 into a poem in English. So here's some short poems about 1984