Puppets

 

We are all puppets

In this puppetshow.

Strings

Attached to hips

And sunken into our bones.

Front seats,

Drunken treats,

To put down our stones.

Sunken mentality,

Smiles covered in snow.

You are buried

On the bottom of the sea.

You stopped seeing 

What the water is doing.

And when it comes to a we,

You stopped caring

A long time ago.

So will you just let it be?

The status quo

To eternity?

But you better 

Let me add my voice

Into the myriad of voices

That had enough.

Don’t take my choice. 

I want to

Lift us up

And I want to hoist

The flag onto a future

In which we all matter.