Puppeteers
Wars and crimes,
Hunger and thirst,
Sad for the world,
My heart bursts.
Holding onto hope by my fingertips,
Drinking polluted water by sips.
Blood of the wounded,
Blood of the dead,
Blood of the innocent on their heads.
My mother's tears,
My father's fears,
All in the hands of the puppeteers.
So much grief,
So much sorrow,
How can I face another tomorrow?
The seas are sick.
The fish die.
The ice melts.
Smoke fills the sky.
Greed, their god, has no heart,
Leads the puppeteers
In their black art.
They're bankers and kings and billionaires.
They gamble with life
Causing poverty, death, terror and strife.
They call it freedom, courage and bravery
While we live and die
In invisible slavery.
Why do we follow them like sheep?
Why do we believe their flaming lies?
Can't we see through their disguise?
Wake up!
Stop killing each other!
Take off your helmets and walk away.
Save your death for another day.
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright Jan. 9, 2016
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Copyright © Carole Duet | Year Posted 2016
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