Puppets and Pawns

Puppets and Pawns

A Poem by S.F

Shackle your minds 
Sew your brains 
With the filth and lies 
We feed you today 

Lets play a little game 
With different faces and names 
Yes, a bloody masquerade 
Of myraid masks and chains 

Paint your shackles gold 
Now you wear a gown of threads 
Polish you ignorance silver 
Now it is a crown on your heads 

Dance, dance infidels 
On the blood-stained ground 
The gold will soon fade 
Into your black shrouds 

March, march rebels 
Isn't the view so great? 
Reeked with blood and flesh 
The best scene on stage 

No, no, we don't wield 
The sword of slaughter 
Your golden hands do 
The lovely handicraft 

No, no it doesn't matter 
Your race, your religion 
Your age, your position 
All blood runs cold on our stage 

So here's our little deal 
If you want to breath our oxygen 
Cut the vultures that make it 
Then cut the vultures who steal it.

© 2015 S.F


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Can I please have your full name for the compilation so that I can give you credit?

Posted 5 Years Ago


Puts control into my mind...the societal barriers and division, corruption and lies...nothing changes as such, just different suit, same people...and the world spins round, enjoyed xo

Posted 5 Years Ago


S.F

5 Years Ago

I am glad that you enjoyed it, thank you :)
It's the never ending story, blah, blah, blah, can you feel the air being blown up
your ---! This is a really nice way of putting it, thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

Posted 5 Years Ago


S.F

5 Years Ago

Thanks! :)
You weave quite a tale, S.F. I especially like the, "sew your brains with filth and lies..." as well as the whole gown, shroud, fabric metaphor. Well done!

Posted 5 Years Ago


S.F

5 Years Ago

Why thank you so much!
I like the story it tells!
Well done!!

Posted 5 Years Ago


S.F

5 Years Ago

Thank you Emily!

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Added on January 26, 2015
Last Updated on January 26, 2015
Tags: politics, governments, wars, poverty, injustice, brainwashing, lies, puppets, pawns

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S.F
S.F

Alexandira, AL



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