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
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2014
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