Lay By Day Fly By Night
Lay by day, fly by night
like puppets in an evening play
played with strings
and whose movements depend
on the fingers of their masters
Like zombies that do not sleep,
waiting for prey,
they lurk in the shadows
and wear colors,
not of their choices
as they lack the capacity
to use their own brains,
or let us say,
they got nothing,
for, they're just puppets.
And when their masters
are through with them
they cast them out
if they no longer got any use
like garbage thrown
in a pit.
December 26, 2023, 5:03 AM, PST, SPC
Copyright © R. B. Cawis | Year Posted 2023
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