Best Poems Written by Lana Livingston

Marionettes

Never forget, your a marionette.
Just a marionette on a string.
Don't dream to try,
To flee or to fly,
For marionettes can't take wing.

The hand that controls you is good it it's play,
For restrained by it's strings you cannot disobey,
So you jump and you dance and run circles for it,
Only able to act as the hand will permit,
Your subservient self, can't do anything else.

Subjugating your life till there's no freedom left,
This hand with it's strings is oppressive at best.
From it's implacable rule you will never find rest.
It conducts you as if you're a string symphony,
In it's delimiting chains you can never be free.

It spins you, and throws you, and makes you recite,
The same verses all day, and then through the night.
What you must say, you must already know.
But on the off chance you don't, here's how it goes:

Never forget, you're a marionette.
Just a marionette on a string.

Copyright © Lana Livingston | Year Posted 2011