Boss Man

[winston Smiths Diary]

when the wind was in the seventh sky

on the blanket you did lie

all the tears that I had cried

for you, my little one.

They droped the bomb

it shook the world

people died

the boss man lied

hes going to pay for what he done

for I am the only one.

The brick hit hard

the raid did lash

my skin all red and bloody

I struggled on

and there upon a stile I saw you.

Now you sleep

and I still weep

you are so small and helpless

I will protect you

I will serve you

from the badness of the boss man.

[Lozi]

death is sad:( i think i know who the bossmen are. good poem anyhoo