The Telescreen
during these times ther were no channels to choose from...
just brain washed by the system and unjustified amusement
As he awakens to the smell of his own acholism
He noticed this telescreen we now call a television
It's horendous to invision suh a form of entertainment
The children aren't children cause thier minds brain-washed brainless
though it stays on one channel you don't pick you don't choose
Its the tube which ignites the fuse within you to lose
Though positive in some ways yet negative in most
It promotes victory gin to drink and victory squares to smoke
language differs day to day as new words are formed
in this slow paced society they don't welcome the norm
Simultaneously transmitting information this metal plaque
babbling falsified alligations called sterotypical facts
The proles run free while were watched by B-B's eyes
in a world where doublethink could get you vaporized
Unable to trun it off yet you could silence it by choice
piercing ears as if needled ear-rings this agonizing voice
Saying nothing to the relivence this neglegent voice as it sounds
yet I am a thought crimal.......indeed and profound
controlling every day life they do. It is as it seems
In the corner I sit and write this hidden from the telescreen
If there is hope (slight chance) it lies with the proles
You may watch our every movement yet you can't reveal our souls
