Strings

Written by: Carmen Castro

People are robotic programs are installed...
Some will read my words and some what get appalled...
Media streams info that they want you to know...
It's all this grand stage and we're part of the show...
Listen to this savior that looks almost like you...
Because he is your color he must be speaking truth...
If you some what look not all is as it appears...
Everyone should know control is stemmed by fear...
We have become puppets pulled along by strings...
Color, Creed, Religion  instilled into your being...
How can we be free? When they control our minds...
We pray for a grand savior or proof in form of signs...
We are all at fault, we tend to shift the blame...
For the mind is a great thing and it can be retrained...
Some will be moved  others will stay still...
Some shall cut off strings and grab on to free will...