Puppetmasters

We see them on the news most every night,

pontificating, make believe they’re wise.

Myself, I think they talk a load of shite!

Does anybody understand these guys?

 

They tell us what to do and how to feel,

persuading us they know what’s best for us;

that we should acquiesce and let them deal

with everything, and not create a fuss.

 

They stroke us like a pet they would appease,

so we’ll just vegetate and watch TV,

distracting us with trivialities,

to hide from us the things we need to see.

 

The puppetmasters pull upon their strings,

directing us while hidden in the wings.

Sonnet

◄ Self-Doubt

Seashore Summer ►

Comments

Big Sal

Tue 29th Jan 2019 13:25

"They stroke us like a pet". . .that's funny. .

Great lines, Trevor.👍

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