Like empty headed marionettes
We let the puppet master use us;
Manipulated creatures, mute like
Dummies & well trained playthings.
Oblivious to right or wrong, fact or
Fiction, we do not question the
Infectious dogma instilled as daily
Rhetoric – scripted, biased, & edited
Comically with muddied ideologies.
We find ourselves dumbfounded,
Living an existence like no other –
Like ghosts in the machine who
Continue to drink the koolaide
Except the willing players who now
Try to hide sham & shame by
Cutting, tucking still attached puppet strings out of sight, yet not out of mind.
Unable to save face from the farce,
They’re now left with the painful
Purpose to express false loyalty no better than the foolish choreographer who makes
Up the dance.