Mental Bondage
So here it is
that game
the same old game
they said, she said , I said
that is the game
Players enter blindly
without knowing
that they cannot win
some dont know that
they are playing
against
your hand of trumps
We become your puppets
Mentally bound
Propaganda Personified
I look to my card in hand
It looks like a game show board
the wheel of fortune
the game now turns
You no longerr are in control
the puppet becomes the puppetier
Taking away the thing you need most
Control
Mental Bondage
Its your turn
Copyright © Kaleigh Barteski | Year Posted 2009
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