LIVING PUPPETS

Written by: SEAN CLAUDINE

i once met a young aspiring poet

whose love for the art had drove

him passionately insane with the colour silver.

i met him on a street rampage shouting out his

emancipating parable of shiny silver rings

sparkling with a deep red hue ,oddly spoiling in rust from blood thirst

and out in the clear ,in concealment of human ignorance

a sinister nemesis slowly weaves his hate into ropes,

his hands of fate to stir our minds his path.

thus the pain of the living

the pain is living .