The Puppet

A most lifeless form of a fool exists;
a life; with ignorance, unmatched;
joined by their followers and pessimists;
their lives; have strings, attached.

They live, and move; by the tug on a string;
their voice; the voice of another;
their permeable will allows everything;
their faith shall never recover.

The strings of their master; exert control;
they’re unable to think on their own;
becoming victims; they’re a captured soul;
prisoners; their freedoms on loan.

A tug of their strings; measures their steps;
drawn into Evil’s web of deceit;
shunning love and the Master’s precepts;
they willingly accept defeat.

The puppeteer controls, whatever they say;
and determines where they can go;
Evil is adamant about having his way;
and censors what they can know.

Unfortunately; all were puppets, by choice;
too foolish to understand.
Beware of those who silence your voice;
suggestions; become a command.

The tactics of tyranny; you must understand;
even the powerful; soon kick the bucket;
you must never yield to what they demand;
whoever you are; don’t be a puppet.

Monty 1/9/24 # 1,913