Small-Town Big Brother

There's a prying eye
And a watchful stare
A rigid look
Unfeeling glare
A feeling of constant watch,
Unsympathetic force to dodge,
Emotionless eyes attempt to analyse,
The crimes I've yet to commit,
And never will.

Rational thoughts
Never crossed their minds
So why should I
Freely surrender mine?
Caught by over-zealous suspicion,
Trapped in a power-hungry condition,
Condemned by a thought, not an action,
Stand by, everybody!
It's the public execution.