Untied Kingdom

The time is upon us, Orwell's immaculate conception was the harbinger of prophecy,

When the men over machines and the machine of men meet

To speak of the Terms and agreements needed, Heeding swift and speedy

Ways to communicate, cooperate, syndicate their function for the people

For the people.

For their safety against evil and temptation,

Anarchy, and Rage.

Society suffers. Soon under duress when the jurisdictions of the law

And Right And Wrong

Begin to blend and Mesh

Then Fade,

Which opens up the flood gates

of the dazed and crazy, craving reparations in a feral frenzied presentation of contempt.

Violence and Theft, Arson, Assault, Vandalism, The Inciting of riots and unrest;

Aggravated and encouraged by a youthful insecurity,

The People put under the pressure of a popped pistol

Fought the punishments of placement, Crested in

The Bloody colors running through the gutters

of the streets.

Police took to the beat and shook heat into an Enemy,

The J-O-B Became a way of life, and in those trials for

survival, sometimes mistakes are made. Innocent People Die.

And

Days of destruction and Decay go by

Now the high Society is investigating ways to integrate

Authority into the free Form media that commoner's have populated

Without incarceration fears.

The Future is Fermenting, the time is now,

Right Here.

Say" hello" to Big Brother, Britain,

Say it, but don't think it, dears.