The Fake Puppet Master
Posted: December 6th, 2020, 10:17 am
The Fake Puppet Master Must be Hung on His Own Strings
The Puppet Master continues to pull the strings
watching the audience looking in disbelief
"How could this be happening to America..?"
The refrain continues at our dinner tables,
our workplace that used to be, the uncles
the aunts and all the neighbors, they know
The Puppet Master will produce yet another
lie out of his bag of chaos and disbelief
How did we get to this? we ask ourselves
Fearful of even that truth floating above like
dark clouds, those Masters of Aerial Flotation
stalking the lands below can reek havoc
At a clap of thunder, a strike of lightning,
is there any hope of a tomorrow to bring
back our sweet yesterdays, all but memories
We see our dreams rapidly disappearing
our needs going unfulfilled where do we go
what has the Puppet Master brought upon us?
BUT the Puppet Master cannot master himself
all a foolish lie that cheated so many,
his appearance a rude reminder of that clown
That painted face that hid the Truth he fears,
he'll stumble and we will see the true buffoon
and exhale our stress, our fears, our disbeliefs
The rainbow will cast its colorful arch across the skies
and once again we can rebuild a new life, better life
the one we imagined for Oh so many years...
So many years.... so many years... they come and they go
like life itself, it IS life itself that really pulls the strings
tuned to a beautiful harmony that brings alive dreams.
_____*_____
Cecil B. Lee
01 Aug 2020
The Puppet Master continues to pull the strings
watching the audience looking in disbelief
"How could this be happening to America..?"
The refrain continues at our dinner tables,
our workplace that used to be, the uncles
the aunts and all the neighbors, they know
The Puppet Master will produce yet another
lie out of his bag of chaos and disbelief
How did we get to this? we ask ourselves
Fearful of even that truth floating above like
dark clouds, those Masters of Aerial Flotation
stalking the lands below can reek havoc
At a clap of thunder, a strike of lightning,
is there any hope of a tomorrow to bring
back our sweet yesterdays, all but memories
We see our dreams rapidly disappearing
our needs going unfulfilled where do we go
what has the Puppet Master brought upon us?
BUT the Puppet Master cannot master himself
all a foolish lie that cheated so many,
his appearance a rude reminder of that clown
That painted face that hid the Truth he fears,
he'll stumble and we will see the true buffoon
and exhale our stress, our fears, our disbeliefs
The rainbow will cast its colorful arch across the skies
and once again we can rebuild a new life, better life
the one we imagined for Oh so many years...
So many years.... so many years... they come and they go
like life itself, it IS life itself that really pulls the strings
tuned to a beautiful harmony that brings alive dreams.
_____*_____
Cecil B. Lee
01 Aug 2020