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Australian poet, Covid-19, poem, poetry, Socialism, sonnet, The Great Reset
๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ญ ๐๐๐ฌ๐๐ญ ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง (๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ซ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ง)
All stuff (except for ours) the state now owns.
And by the state, we mean the global state.
Apart for your pathetic flesh and bones,
Youโve no possessions โ weโll decide your fate.
Weโll issue you with special mobile phones,
So we can listen in to all you say.
Youโll be observed around the clock by drones โ
We must know where you go, and where you stay.
You need not fear as long as you obey
Our clear directives โ do as you are told.
Make no mistake, all deviants will pay.
(In sweat and blood โ since we have all the gold)
To Covid we must now extend our thanks โ
We didnโt need those missiles, guns, and tanks.
โ D.N. OโBrien