Are We But Puppets

Are We But Puppets? Are we but puppets, residents of some alien ant farm, playthings of some cosmic giant’s child, black flies in the eyes of armless men? Could we be more, or less than we are? Dare we challenge our station in life, buck the system of caste and outcast? Who will remember us? Not us, but us the whole of who and what we are or tried to be? Are we more than the blade of grass less than the rising sun kinder than the stinging gale more harsh than sprinkling rain? Will our time be marked a ledger entry debit/credit a question-less pass/fail test? A tally of our worth or lack thereof a tacit tabulation scanning life death to birth. Are we, or are we not, worthy. John G. Lawless 6/9/2013