Twist of fate and time combine
puppet masters controlling with strings of twine
while dancing for the pleasure of the divine.
We tap our feet in times of war.
wearing smiles devoid of dread; corners pulled by string.
The eyes lack twine yet they remain closed.
Island of fantasy rather then choice
They have the hands, they have the feet, yet it is the minds they seek.
An awakened puppet is incalculable and rarely meek.
Crushing the mind they crush the will and
Strings of twine become steel