Freedom of Life, Controlled

*Author's Note*
This is my response to the Truman Show. 

Have you ever felt out of place? Felt there was something everybody else had that you didn't? During his entire life, Truman has felt the same way. He has lived his entirety in a dome, built to house him along with thousands of others. He was raised from birth with a fake mother, fake family, and an artificial life. He has lived only for entertainment, and he knows nothing of it.

Truman is the sole star of a world hit television show called, "The Truman Show". In it, his life is portrayed through extremely tiny cameras. Throughout his life he has been wanting to leave the tiny town he has grown up in, but every chance he gets has been undermined by ideas or force. After countless attempts, he has grown frustrated and curious. Why can I not leave? Only during brief periods of attempts to inform him of his life and world has his suspicion been aroused.

Television exists because people are confused and frightened throughout life, and television helps to restore your confidence in ability and existence. If ever you feel as though you are strange, irresponsible, or have too many vices, television pictures characters or real people with problems similar to those you have. It could be put as, "A series that lets you know you are not alone".

Life poses many problems that not one man can answer. Therefore, an fictional world was created to restore people in confidence. If you feel that you are out of place because you like jazz music, a television show might showcase a very famous and renowned person who also liked jazz. The Truman Show was created to show people that you are not alone, and that there is another person out there who is just as awkward as you feel.

Emulation of "Charge of the Light Brigade"

This is the original by Lord Alfred Tennyson:

Half a league, half a league,

Half a league onward,

All in the valley of Death

Rode the six hundred:

'Forward, the Light Brigade!

Charge for the guns' he said:

Into the valley of Death

Rode the six hundred.

'Forward, the Light Brigade!'

Was there a man dismay'd?

Not tho' the soldier knew

Some one had blunder'd:

Theirs not to make reply,

Theirs not to reason why,

Theirs but to do & die,

Into the valley of Death

Rode the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,

Cannon to left of them,

Cannon in front of them

Volley'd & thunder'd;

Storm'd at with shot and shell,

Boldly they rode and well,

Into the jaws of Death,

Into the mouth of Hell

Rode the six hundred.

Flash'd all their sabres bare,

Flash'd as they turn'd in air

Sabring the gunners there,

Charging an army while

All the world wonder'd:

Plunged in the battery-smoke

Right thro' the line they broke;

Cossack & Russian

Reel'd from the sabre-stroke,

Shatter'd & sunder'd.

Then they rode back, but not

Not the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,

Cannon to left of them,

Cannon behind them

Volley'd and thunder'd;

Storm'd at with shot and shell,

While horse & hero fell,

They that had fought so well

Came thro' the jaws of Death,

Back from the mouth of Hell,

All that was left of them,

Left of six hundred.

When can their glory fade?

O the wild charge they made!

All the world wonder'd.

Honour the charge they made!

Honour the Light Brigade,

Noble six hundred!

 
This is the emulation by me:
"Retreat in the Winter Months"

Back, my friends, back, my friends

Advance the opposite way,

In the winter months

We regressed:

'We cannot hold, comrades!

Make for the river', he cried:

In the winter months

We regressed.

'We cannot hold, comrades!'

Could a man believe?

Even though we knew

Some one had failed:

Ours not to question why,

Ours not to boast reply,

Ours to charge and die

In the winter months

We regressed.

Enemy behind us,

Enemy in front of us,

Enemy above us

Rain'd & pound'd

Storm'd by shell and round

Shamefully, we look back

Into once a living Hell

We regressed.

Flash'd all their muzzles blare

Flash'd as they took the air

Sabring our comrades there

Charging to our rear

All the world wonder'd:

Plunged through the billowing smoke

Right through our line they broke;

Invader and Russian

Relinquished by the armored stroke

Shak'n and shatter'd

Then they fell back, but not

Not the regress.

Enemy behind us,

Enemy in front of us,

Enemy above us

Rain'd and pound'd

Storm'd by shot and round

Whilst friends and comrades fell,

They had served us well

Came back from the grasp of Hell

To help us fare thee well.

Even though no remained,

Left of the men who stayed.

When can our shame recede.

The horrible retreat we made!

Yet, all the world wonder'd

Remember the men who fell

Send the invaders to Hell

No longer shall we regress!