Puppets

We are all puppets

Controlled by higher powers

Sometimes from behind the curtains

Sometimes from plain view

But that hardly matters

We are all puppets

But often than not

We are aware

Still we choose to follow

Like robots

Without a purpose

We are all puppets

But not so much

We align ourselves with the victor

Do anything to survive

No loyalty or honor

Only instincts

We are all puppets

Bound by chains of fear

Fear of the unknown

Fight our own kind

Like Roman gladiators

Anything to please the beast

We are all puppets

Entertain the wicked

Like hamsters on wheels

Without a destination or goals

Blown away by the winds

We are all puppets

And yet we don't serve anyone

Isn't this an unfortunate coincidence