The trope is wrong
From that guy that we had learned,
That is the dude known as Blair,
“Orwell” Blair.
It’s the throng,
Throng that knows your every PIN.
It ain’t D.C. that’s Big Brother.

You they well know;
Your welfare ain’t their concern.
They’re learning all you will share;
Data they snare.

So Big Bro?
It’s the corporatocracy’s
The enemy—they’re Big Brother.

They’re saving it all,
They’re saving every last bit.
They know you by heart,
Privacy—you have lost it.
It’s been snuffed out and smothered.

It’s a long lost hope
That it will ever return.
More than your SS* they snare
And they share.

And we dopes
Let them get us in their thrall.
Ain’t Agency that’s Big Brother.

Corp’rate heavies are Big Brother.


*Social Security number