Stalking Puppets
Copyright by Sharon R. Poet
Scrambling, little puppets line up in a row,
Stumble upon each other to get to where I go.
One cuts me off, while another repeats my song...
All foolishly think that I'm the one who's wrong.
Some are veterans, still caught up in a fight,
Controlled by those who intrude upon their plight.
Some are only citizens who choose to believe
Lies and rumors cast into them by thieves.
Some are just as evil as those who control -
Aiming to prosecute the innocent who know.
Dare I feel it. . .feel more sorry for them?
Dare I pray they find their Hearts again?
Sometimes I do.
Dare I feel it. . .feel more sorry for them?
Dare I pray they find their Hearts again?
Sometimes I do.
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