1984 By George Orwell

Eyes with a hateful gaze
Like a vile wind, you can’t escape it.
Through the glass doors of victory mansion
They stood like a coloured poster
Too large for indoor display
Yet manning the walls like a spy.
It depicted an enormous face
Of a man in his forties.
Heavy black mustache
And rugged handsome features.
With every landing step,
The poster gazed from the wall
I could have sworn it spoke to me
From every commanding corner
In a sinking voice
With distinguishable words saying,
“Big brother is watching”!

Vera