For the moment, sanity holds, but for how long?

And did the towers of watching glass
Rise on England’s mountains green?
And did the silent, sleepless eyes
Survey each field and lane unseen?

And was the cloud of data drawn
Across each hill and village fair?
And did the Party’s hidden hand
Move dark beneath England’s bright air?

Bring me my screens of sleepless light,
Bring me my wires of binding steel;
Bring me my codes of watchful might,
Bring me the truth no tongue may feel.

Bring me the drones: O clouds unfold!
Bring me the firewalls fierce and grand!
Till we have built new Beijing here
In England’s green and pleasant land.