George Orwell -- prognosticator

While Orwell is rolling fitfully in his grave

our liberties melt in the vast heat of fear

And democracy slips slowly away.

Is the power too great? It will be some say

It has got to be stopped right here, right today

Tomorrow's too late and so is tonight.

Wake up my fine friends, we must all join the fight.

As Orwell rolls in his grave!

Orwell is rolling fitfully in his grave

Words are twisted, spun by government power

We are given sound bites while the real truth is hidden

War is peace, war is good, war is strength, war is power

War is love, war is solace, war must be fought hour by hour,

War makes us great, war lessens our strife,

War is the orgasm giving meaning to life.

As Orwell rolls in his grave!

Orwell is rolling fitfully in his grave

Too many are blind because of their fear

Too many holding the sound from their ears, too many silencing their tongues

Safety is power and power is shelter, so worship the power without and within

The power becomes family, lover and friend
All hail the power and fall to your knee

Bow down to the power for it keeps you free.

As Orwell rolls in his grave!

Orwell is rolling fitfully in his grave

His science fiction Hell was really a prediction

He knew the truth and we didn’t listen.

Guns are good, hate is love, more is less and less more,

Helping the rich will help out the poor,

Four legs is good and two Legs are bad,

Greed is quite Healthy and charity sad.

As Orwell rolls in his grave!

Orwell is rolling fitfully in his grave

His silent screams fall on deaf ears, he reminds us:

“If you want a vision of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face - forever.”

As Orwell rolls in his grave!