If we actually read and at times trudge through Orwell’s ‘1984’ past the surface-level and often selectively applied conversations about misinformation and manipulation of truth, we begin to see a deeper theme emerge. A theme centered on opposition to totalitarian control through cruelty. And if we make it through the heft of the novel, we eventually arrive near the end where after prolonged torture and psychological degradation the party member holding Winston Smith captive,

I’ll play the violins I’ll play the violins As we are consumed by the silence I’ll play the violins I’ll play the violins As we are consumed by the violence Warnings not heeded that sentries have repeatedly told Nations heated the festering wounds centuries old History’s stitches never hold Wounds deep Where our inner demons sleep The grown over pasture cave The master even before the slave Was a conception The devils deception That he did not exist Became the the tension in

Honestly all I gotta tell you all I got is my name They told me if I want fame I'd have to come with no shame Honestly look me eye to eye They told me I'd have to lie Say things that would make my momma cry Honestly coming at you true Is all I can do Cause people can see through A gimmick But I can't wrap my mind around that It's like they pull a recycled concept out of a hat They are making the sick and I think it needs medicine stat Let me be the voice for the voiceless Giv