The ghost of 1984 draws near
Its meancing eyes showing hate
Disguised in a call of distraction
So as to mesmorize the dullards
Here and now heard resounding
The resurgence of Newspeak
And its minion of Doublespeak
Media's dominion of Minitruth
So then Big Brother is alive
Burt not as but a single soul
Who might dwell in Oceania
A paradise for those Proles
There is no thought used so
Only Bellyfeel and nothing else
For men have forgotten to think
To question them is Crimethink
It would be Doubleplusgood
That all could be Goodthinkful
So Post truth would shape them
To mold us to be good lemmings
A marathon to oblivion's cliffs
With Unreason its torch carried
Guiding light of the Whiteblack
And those wanting Blackwhite
They are minions strained
That are kept fed by AMSOG
Used by the parties Unspoken
The Antefall of an AMDEMO