Aug 10
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.
Examination (on the Street Corner)
Who the puppets,
and who the puppeteers?
Whose steps decided
by Fate and whose by fear?
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.
