On the Edges of Hide and Seek

And by totalitarian decree public nudity is necessary,

Liberty, equality and transparency the ideals expected,

And rightly, for all one’s data need live in a microchip,

Injected at the screaming birth, into the naked hip.

And one is scanned wherever the naked one goes,

No need for personalities, once vivid from clothes,

When individuality had best friends and low foes.

 

Thoughts towards violence having been disarmed,

The authoritarian way is the way of animals farmed,

But for the recalcitrant choosing to cover their skin,

It is with stringy bark, lily leaves, and moulded tin.

And there is scorn wherever the covered one goes,

For there will be columns of fundamentalist foes,

Creating artwork in the shame of the erotic pose.