This hollow woman; this ventriloquist's dummy,
Spews out everything the vested powers that be
Tell her to say. O she has no mind of her own!
Could it be another case of Stockholm Syndrome
Or is it all just a ploy to climb, in time, to The top of the ladder like a snake? What do you Think? I think that I know the answer. An empty
Dummy like her will always be prepared to be
Played like a violin by the powers that be.
But not very well, as she shouts, screeches and screams.
This hollow woman; this ventriloquist's dummy/
Is a joke, but alas one, that isn't funny.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem