Rex Mathew Mathew
The Puppet - Poem by Rex Mathew Mathew
I have long been that puppet in society’s hand,
My every step timed to entertain an audience,
And my every word scripted, fit to their rules.
It’s been a life living on other’s terms -
My voice silenced, my opinions corrected,
My actions checked, my dreams restricted;
Except for that war waged underneath me,
Except for those thousand casualties inside me,
Except for their perpetual scream,
Except for the shatter of dreams,
Everything about me is inanimate, dead;
Just a doll moving to the strings of society.
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