Marionette

Being manipulated by a 'friend'

 

You started by being my friend,

Then you created a safe haven.

It started out with a few things like redesigning.

Little did I know that these were just the strings.

 

Soon you assembled a control bar,

That made me bend to your will.

I was too afraid to speak

As you might just release me.

But eventually my arms could not work,

My legs could not move.

My strings were broken and all worn out,

 

So, you found new strings on another puppet you pulled.

So, I sat in my in my corner and collected dust.

Thinking about how I got fooled.

 

As days went by, another person came.

They dusted me off and gave me a name.

With no strings and new clothes,

They called me their friend

And said I wouldn’t be played with again.

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[John the Baptist]

Lif is full of lessons. Ours is but to learn them.