The Reset Of 84’?

We’ve cracked the Code.

At least that‘s what we believed.

The power to change the world through ages conceived.

Moving through tenses, like a divine art form.

Dissecting timeline malignancies in the hopes of reform.

To that end, 1984 is where I am now found.

Where tragedy, discovery and futility

compound.

With my trusted Android I now must dive deep,

on what of this age is worthy to keep.

Toxic fumes in Maysfield kill a total of six,

Raiders 38-9 has fans transfixed.

‘Karma Chameleon’ hits US boards number one,

Two killed, twelve injured by Tyrone Mitchell’s gun.

‘When Doves Cry’, was a thrill to all ages,

Nasa mission STS-41-D on newspaper pages.

Nightmare on Elm Street plaguing our dreams,

Jay Mathews and the FBI in a shootout scene.

Orwell’s cries ultimately fall on deaf ears,

like the bullet to the smoking gun, I am now here.

I am part of a We that believes you shouldn’t exist.

Humanity is an ignorance that produces no bliss.

After a year I report, what then shall I say?

Let us depart to the stars and let this planet decay?

Or shall I be cruel, and propose the Reset Of 84’?

Preserving “precious memories” as poet once said “Nevermore”?

Heavy is my head as if I now wear the crown.

To think, how choices can whittle a planet down.