Puppeteers
Look out the window, all I see is dark skys and the prized surmised by many in the sky. Glutonous leaders letting the time fly by supposing we will be satisfied as the feed us lies. Everyone around me turns a blind eye ignoring the elephant in the room until we are consumed and pant like the lap dogs we have turned into.
👁 1💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.