When we consider all our freedoms lost <br />with HA! BE U.S.! Corpus of bush law, <br />black death to hide the whitewash when p’lice score <br />’gainst innocence ‘wrong place, wrong time’ star-crossed, <br />One wonders, when our children count the cost <br />and, chiding, true account present before <br />Executive Privilege bolted door, <br />will they, when light denied, in prison tossed, <br />murmur “God only needs assent Orwellian bossed! ” <br />Man, chip embeddèd, acts recorded, sore <br />bearing harsh yoke, must serve where none ignore <br />C.C.T.V. controls come shine or frost. <br />They swerve too late who brake fair freedom’s flow, <br />stand, wait, burn at State stake, want not to know; <br /> <br />(15 May 2007)<br /><br />Jonathan ROBIN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-our-blindness-after-john-milton-on-his-blindness/
