Tied to invisible strings 

A front man plays his role 

Well learnt dialogues 

Delivered as and how taught 

 

Those behind the scene 

Monitor each and every move 

Words spoken, unspoken 

All practised before 

 

Front man, the guy of people 

Charismatic and well loved 

He's only an actor 

Playing his role of a leader 

 

There's none but all 

In world leaders facade 

Dancing to the tunes 

Of few elites operating the game 

 

Why common men can't see 

Why they can't differentiate 

Is it because each are tied to strings 

Being a puppet to some masked idiot 

 

Game of power, rule and wealth 

Pawns appear one by one 

Each playing their part 

Enacting as and how trained 

 

Why real leaders are pushed back 

Why the men with real mettle seldom rise 

An answer we already know 

We are all trained to admire what's fake and obsolete 

 

Front man speaking on screen 

People all ears and eyes to him 

Little do the people realise 

Front man is as dumb as the audience he pleases