Examination (on the Street Corner)

Who the puppets, 
and who the puppeteers?
Whose steps decided 
by Fate and whose by fear?

Strolling madame, 
you smile- of ignorance and bliss?
Do you see the strings
which bound you by the wrist?

Gentle sir- you, sir-
do you feel the horrible weight
Of those who dance for you-
be it love or be it hate?

And I, a puzzle-
at once eagle and ant, 
A minion, and a master, 
At once reason and rant.

Who pulls upon my strings?
Who flies beneath my wings?

This battle will be won not by spirit, 
But by those who dared create it.

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