Take a look

By Gabriel Ricard

We're new to this system

Standing alone and amassed in confusion

We had dreamed of this world admittedly

But we never imagined a Christ like majority

Armed to kill it would seem

And here we are

The broken wrists and nicotine tic tocs

We barely contain a chance

However we will fight

Little choice seems to be before us

1984 had only dreamed of living like this