                                  PUPPETS
                            by Martin Zialcita


                              Puppets we are,
                           Toys by our own doing.
                  Like marionettes we dangle on the stage -
                   Strings being pulled by a nameless face.
                           But unlike other toys,
                         We have a mind of our own.
                  We are to choose who is to be our master.
                    There is one above and another below,
                     And who we choose is who we follow.
                          Each string given to one 
                         Is one less for the other.
                          Each moment we turnover,
                             String for string,
                      Our fate and tomorrow to another.
                              And in the end,
                        He who binds us is our master.


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