Why's there so much CCTV around?
Why not live life unseen, and privately?
How often in a perpetrator found
Who could not have been sans CCTV?
How often by contrast are all our lives
Made worse by being watched forevermore?
The mad brilliant detective whose mind dives
Into the images the cameras store
And finds the magic moment is a myth.
A life of privacy unbroken was
A treasure we have lost, and there's the pith:
We threw that life away simply because
Someone suggested fear could be controlled
And so the wonder out of life is sold.
Saturday, November 23, 2013
CCTV
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