George Orwell's Building - a family dwelling on my street

The Doorman 'tis the guardian of the building-
As the traffic enters in near herds-
Raising a smile is so much easier-
Than waxing poetic 'neath an umbrella of words;

The entrance-it has no exit...
As is oft' such in this overwhelming game of life-
And the Aspens that line the street outside the building-
Wind-wave their own branches of strife;

Never mind the facts about the rains of discontent...
Or that the storm clouds cover up the full moon-
Lunacy and anger all have their own place to reside-
Their rent paid in full at: 'Highnoon';

The building itself is wrapped in cables and pipe-
And is taken care of by a dubious '1984' Crew-
'Big Brother' has taken up housing and all monitering...
Long before the dawn of the new day breaks through;

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Dedicated to: A.W.

poem by Theodora Onken
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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