The Pulse Of Truth Is Dead Poem by Koffi B Sossou

The pulse of truth is dead
Slain by Big Brother's greed
Who owns the reason inside
Every citizen's head.

What you witnessed is a ghost
What you saw is but a lie.
Big Brother is the host
Of the light within your eye.

The volcano's fire is a cooling wave,
The ocean is a burning grave.
Trust not the retina, nor the bone:
Big Brother is the truth, and him alone.

The victim wears the predator's face,
The healthy bow to the ill's embrace.
In the ledger where the shadows play,
Offense is what the peaceful say.

He bids you reject the evidence of your eye,
Ignore the heralds from the sky.
Big Brother is watching you--
And it's pretty bad for you

But the hour is coming soon:
Big Brother shall be watched by all at noon.
Before the sunset, in the presence of God,
And it will be
PrettiGood.