Australian poet, Covid-19, poem, poetry, Socialism, sonnet, The Great Reset
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐖𝐨𝐧)
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,
You’ve no possessions — we’ll decide your fate.
We’ll issue you with special mobile phones,
So we can listen in to all you say.
You’ll be observed around the clock by drones —
We must know where you go, and where you stay.
You need not fear as long as you obey
Our clear directives — do as you are told.
Make no mistake, all deviants will pay.
(In sweat and blood — since we have all the gold)
To Covid we must now extend our thanks —
We didn’t need those missiles, guns, and tanks.
— D.N. O’Brien