Faceless
We are all faceless Puppets,
controlled by marionette strings
from the moment our mind forfeits
to illusions, lies, and other things.
War is a vicious play,
controlled by a faceless Puppeteer,
against the backdrop of a burning flag
instilling us with fear.
But who controls the Puppeteer?
I see the strings on him.
I see the man behind the flag
and lights are growing dim.
Copyright © Syd Floyd | Year Posted 2009
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