Battling Strings Poem by Ron Gregus

People are puppets who dangle from strings
Musing the powers who play with such things
In opulent dramas of cunning and ruse
The puppets perform in the paying of dues
Each group of strings represent a belief
System of myths that are lead by a chief
Maintaining supremacy over it's wealth
Adorning it's goals while it covets in stealth
Strings in confliction will bring on a war
Puppets will break and then fall on the floor
An orderly stage can't afford such a mess
The puppet theater must act with finesse
Battling strings in a strummed serenade
Puppets beguiled by harmonious trade
Will end all that mess when the strings are entwined
As new versus old in defrauding the mind