the concentration camp western society

228. The closed gate

You are never there when I come for a visit.
I am tired now of climbing fences,
all these locked doors keep the wrong people away,
how can you love and associate with friends
and have some kind of human workable society
if you need codes to enter every ordinary house?
Is love then to be fenced away
and kept by force away from every home?
Is privacy synonymous with isolation, then?
In Orwell's brave new world love is a dangerous disease
that has to be resisted and exterminated,
and its medicine is pesticides and other drugs
preventing you from thinking properly,
and human contacts is a menace to the order of society.
The only culture is the mainstream brainwash,
which is obligatory for everyone,
and he who does not want it and who shuts it out
is anti-social with a criminal potential
and must carefully be watched -
the cameras in every street will spot him everywhere.
I am so tired of this alienation of humanity in this society of unhumanity
for order's sake and for security, for politicians to manipulate the easier,
for the establishment of lies, hypocrisy and cynicism,
and don't want any more to climb high fences,
break up gates and force myself through locked and coded doors
to only meet my friend, who suffers in her loneliness,
like everybody else.

Poetry by Christian Lanciai The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2006-09-29 at 10:13

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keith nunes
a stirring piece! you've captured the world as it is and shouldn't be. well done