add twenty years

Eric Arthur Blair would be proud we’ve made it this far, my little ones.

I am struggling
the neighbour girl has been spying and I sense immiment exposure
worse still the cute litle antique shop has closed its doors
the sign now reads,
“thanks for your patience
we appreciated the false hopes and dreams
you offered in your allegiance and purchases.”

how much more obvious can you get?

believe in it: the posters and the twitching moustache
are signs of this victory
and the ministry has sent out the message
to destroy the previous message
and the previous message has now been re-written
and placed in the history books:
it’s rightful place, of course.

as true as my existence may be today
we know this isn’t the way tomorrow will be written
indeed, I’ve already received the press release
I am nowhere to be seen, heard, or challenged

at least my conscience has had its moments of freedom
out there in the park, between the brush and the breakfast and the broken grass
my picnic snack was the fresh inhalation of the hideaway
free from tyranny, at least physically
oh, to revel on those leaves and ladybugs lining the ground

I sense the gunshot’s impact
the wound doesn’t want to shake my nerves, however,
they already know the feeling of this harsh reality
they’ve lived through worse.
if anything, it’s closure. and that, my friend,
is more valuable than this one life can muster in defense
of this analysis I could ever offer.