The Puppeteer

I am a puppeteer.

I do not perplex, I do not deceive.

Crumpled bodies hang on my strings.

A clever manipulation for all to see.

Lifeless shells of distant souls,

Shredded lives in silent dolls.

Clumsy movements from stolen men,

Lifeless faces of the unfortunate dead.

I am a puppeteer.

I do not perplex, I merely receive.