Huxley’s future is ruled by a figure named Ford,

A rhyming metaphor that has replaced our Lord.

Citizens genetically modified in bottles before birth,

Programmed to carry out specific tasks on this Earth.

Gone are days of viviparous reproduction at last,

Emotional ties: love and family, relics of the past.

Sleep brainwashing to make sure everyone obeys,

the wisdom of our Ford and his consumerist ways.

Peoples’ lives are now happy, a satisfying arrangement,

Their spare time occupied by sports and entertainment.  

There exists a miracle drug, that washes away all regrets,

Puts the user in a holiday; alcohol with no side effects.

Stigma of promiscuity in our world is source of perplex,

The norm in the World State is to have recreational sex.

If this blurb has left your head feeling whirled

Join us; take a step into this Brave New World

By Nathan Qin