The puppet show

a short poem from an outsider looking in

So engaged in the puppet show, We forget they are just that, Puppets running blindly around, Disguising an autocrat.

Blinded to the visible exterior, To the dark and twisted body, They rotate every four years, Coming another carbon copy.

Another puppet appears, A manifestation of society, And whilst we attack each other, They expand their authority.

If you look at the master, Instead of the puppet, They will lose their power, And down they will plummet.

Divided we are weak, Distracted; unconscious, If we band together, We have many more options.