Poem: Big Brother Sewing Machine
By Vasti Carrion
I have a sewing machine,
It's brand, is not a Singer
Singing melodies,
Or a JUKI made in Japan
Threading with sushi strands,
But a Brother-brand sewing machine,
With no brotherhood.
Near the lever, you can see
It's Eye-- the all seeing Eye
that you see, on one dollar
Bills, with Georgie Washington
Watching you, from the white house
Painted with White Out---
whiting out an amendment:
"Freedom of Speech"
yet with the fourteenth
amendment still visible--
amongst the white marks
of the White Out
to only some--- people of Americana.
Big Brother Sewing Machine!
The Eye of its needle embroidering:
Big Brother Is Watching You.
as Aldous Huxley gently
presses the pedal,
and the lever frantically sewing,
a dystopian Non-Fiction novel.
*Copyright to Vasti Carrion*
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Wow, so much to unpack in this poem, it reminds me of times in class when trying to understand the lines of Shakespeare! I love a good poem that makes no sense, all the more fun to decipher it 😄