Puppet Masters

We were…

That galling gleeful couple
Ever beaming with love and laughter
Two bright sparks of life, together
A blazing sun to illume the world
Dancing our way through our days
The storybook tale of combined souls
Two as one from the loving dream

He’s gone…

Desolate meaningless war
Another sand blown nightmare
Raping, burning, killing, genocide
For not else but the greedy few
Travesty of manipulation and lies
With the commonality of result
Irreplaceable uniqueness of a life lost

Wasted, broken, casualty…

Taken by the puppet masters and their minions
Those invisible hidden controlling maniacs
Ever pushing for more and more, power and wealth
Sitting oh so safe on their great piles of gold
While rivers of blood run from blackened twisted hands
A nightmare of death to wash across our world

How do I stop them…

Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre October 9th. 2008

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