Lady Marionette

When you see someone who is plastic

Or has strings attached to their bodies

She has struck again

Using them as an army

When their movements seem so wooden

And their emotion is dry and grey

I would be willing to bet

They are victims of Lady Marionette

 

When they appear to be stiff

Or can never tell the truth

When you see a mask of lies

Behind their innocent smile

When their skin is cold as ice

With no chance to melt

They are caught up in a net

Spun by Lady Marionette

 

When the color from their eyes

Cease to show a pigment

When they store emotions away

Where no one can ever find them

When termites eat at their souls

Made by the devil's trees

They are forever in her debt

For they now serve Lady Marionette

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world
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