Power
‘Tis more than an artistic dilemma.
Should the color be red? Perhaps blue?
Those in control have no value over
Me.
Or You.
Puppets on a string, we are-
A single word from the “chosen ones”
And we gnash our teeth.
And we shake our fists.
And we cut down
the only people who truly understand us.
How controlled,
How broken—
‘Tis more than an artistic dilemma.
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