Humanity's Puppeteer
In last night’s dream I found
One million strings
Holding up things
And to my hands they were bound
So suddenly I became
The head puppeteer
For the new year
Although each thread looked the same
Which meant every decision
On our whole globe
Was mine to probe
But I lacked moral vision
Plus my weak hands loved to shake
As the world stood still
Until I found the will
And that one string I did take
Then one more, then another
‘Til I held many
Yet still loathed any
Of which stress made me shudder
As the burden was too much
And every string crossed
Soon all would be lost
In a world that I did clutch
And then many wars began
Plus storms and flooding
For strings were tugging
So I let them go, and ran
I then woke in a cold sweat
Yet was so relieved
And now remained pleased
As a simple old puppet
For John's Puppet contest
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