Is it 1984 come late

Is George lying motionless
his prophesy of each curtailed liberty bring  
the State is all encompassing  
draconian spirits lift his coffin lid  
in death, his grimage so vivid  
so hancuffed each, under flacid cloud  
impotence, of when, and why, and how    
each nation stifuled, borders closed inside  
the pressure cooker, blows, of will denied  
circumcised . clothed with good intentions  
comes malevolence that denied, prevention  
idle restlessness and needs direction cut    
the shackle and chain the prison stripes of MUST  
shattering thunder clap we all must face  
and lightening death, my be our fate  
that empty coffin, its lid ajar    
Orwellian tentacles, for our ties are not Kevlar  
for each free bird locked in room 101  
conspiritors will say that it was planned  
curb our greed with bars we cant break down    
a scenario,  the cruse has run aground    
Smoke on the Water; the guitar rings so clear  
 a Brave New World or the "same old" reappear