the strings are attached
To my arms and to my back
And when you lift that handle up
I start do move in the direction you choose
I'm your puppet for you to use
And when you're all done with me
Yoh throw me in a corner of your room
Then you see me again many years later
And realize how much you missed the power
To control a puppet too cowardly to speak up
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem