World of Puppets
Aren't we all just puppets on strings? ( I know this is just a poem, not a story but whatever)
Puppeteers now rule the world.
We are the puppets that live by what's in.
No body cares to be different our heads are all twirled.
It seems all our souls were thrown in a bin.
The people are alive yet no one is living.
Where has the uniqueness gone, the kind I have been missing.
Our spirits are trapped in a deep dreary hole.
Please puppeteeras please just let us go.
Our world of puppets needs plenty of help, you see
Hopefully soon we'll all realize now
All we need is to be free.
We are the puppets that live by what's in.
No body cares to be different our heads are all twirled.
It seems all our souls were thrown in a bin.
The people are alive yet no one is living.
Where has the uniqueness gone, the kind I have been missing.
Our spirits are trapped in a deep dreary hole.
Please puppeteeras please just let us go.
Our world of puppets needs plenty of help, you see
Hopefully soon we'll all realize now
All we need is to be free.
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