TO THE MARIONETTES
Carbon-copied corpses parading in a row,
You think you're wide awake but there's so much you don't know;
Wipe away the fog from the windows of your minds,
And cut the strings that pull your limbs to cause this pantomime.
You hear about the treadmill and rebuke the accusations,
So comfortably cocooned are you by your hallucinations.
What are you afraid of? Does the sunlight hurt your eyes?
Can you honestly lay claim to peace beneath the worn disguise?
Substance-sucking zombies! You're putty in their hands.
The outside world is savage and they'll strike you where you stand.
They'll take a long black ribbon and they'll wrap it 'round your face;
It serves its purpose well to keep you firmly in your place.
Society will punish those who wander, those who stray,
Who defy manipulation and reject the games they play;
For the ethical objector will be ridiculed and scorned
By all the paper cut-outs who are eager to conform.
Ravenous for truth, I will climb the tallest trees;
My fury's all-consuming and I will not be appeased.
Knowledge is empowerment and freedom is to breathe -
Their lies cannot control you if those lies are not believed.
To those who hear the whispered tune arising from within,
Rejoice in exaltation that you're free to dance again;
And bravely hold your burning candle high above your head,
So when I pass you on the street I'll know that you're not dead. . .
K.