1984

We do not know if we can say

The things that ought be said

We cannot post online the things

We think in our own head

The cameras they are watching

The microphone is on

The things we think appear on our

Social media on their own

Everybody's lonely

Buy noone wants to say

That it's ok to come on over

That yes they want to play

The anxiety is palpable

And mixed with depths of rage

The older that I get I see,

It's not just up to age

The young uns they are off their head

Probably on meth

I wonder what will make them see

That it all leads to death

But the people who're in power

They watch all this and dare

The people, us! to question them

And wonder if they care

They set the tone, they mark the price

That we all have to pay

And if someone ends up locked in jail

There's nothing we can say