Playing The Puppet Strings. (An Original Poetry)

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The cockerel jingles,
echoes in our ears
to remind us of dawn,
but for them,
scattered and piled
in a messy rack
it's goodbye to morn
and in a jiffy our eyes
hazed from fatigue
is spitting blood
dazed and intrigued.

In our helplessness,
our hands pleads
clasped in terror,
tomorrow is a promise
uncertain to us.
for we're speaking
to deaf eyes
and blind ears listens
in silence we have spoken
and in quietude
we have given our attitude

So in thousands we march
harmless as a dove
speaking in unison
our voices, pilfering through walls
our fear masked in hope
oozing courage,
as it spits horror and carnage.
we have come, one electorate,
to salvage our crumbling empire,

Their words are like feathers
bearing no weight,
they're plunderers
sitting on our freedom
as they parade like angels
in daylight!
but they're citizens of one pack
hunting down sports
and tearing us from limb to limbs
in limp, in limbo,
we've become innuendoes
sentences to be erased
in their tiny books

They're manipulators,
hardened gamers
playing GOD!
equipped with remote controls,
plotting our demise
in their little consoles
for power lies with us
but they have stolen it
snatched it with empty promises
of a golden tomorrow

Like sundials
the moon is reddened,
and falling folks,
are littering the streets
like an alien invasion!
they're perfect in their lies
and world watches
as it glares on,
on an on, till we tire,
asleep again and wait for dawn




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In our helplessness,
our hands pleads
clasped in terror,
tomorrow is a promise
uncertain to us.

Amazing Lines!

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Hi @josediccus, thank you for posting in The Ink Well.
We have made some changes in the community and we are not accepting poetry posts at the moment. You can read more about the changes in the September Newsletter. There has been some discussion about setting up a separate community dedicated to poetry and there will be a post soon from @theinkwell account asking for further views and for people to come forward to help to run the community. Look forward to hearing your views.

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playing GOD!
equipped with remote controls,
plotting our demise
in their little consoles
for power lies with us
but they have stolen it
snatched it with empty promises
of a golden tomorrow

Got me thinking, hmmm, many never even get to realize that we have the power and have handed it over to them so willingly because not all of us are up to the task of self-realization in which one gets to really understand the self better and see more of a bigger picture rather than relying on those few who turn to nothing but manipulators

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