The Puppeteer
We move to the strings
Of the puppeteer-
He pulls us there -
He pulls us here-
And we slide-
We glide-
Each of us
Moving effortlessly-
In time-
In harmony-
Until we forget
Who has the glory-
Who is really
Telling the story-
And when someone decides
To heed-
Not the leader,
But, the lead-
Then, out of step
Some become-
And strings
Are tangled,
Bodies mangled-
Until the puppeteer
Is called upon-
To manage-
To salvage
From the damage-
And survivors
Are again
On course-
Flowing with,
And not against,
The source-
Resuming
Their unique place
In the puppeteer’s story
Of the human race
