The revolt of the puppets
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The Revolt Of The Puppets
By Linda A. Copp
Looked down upon my marionettes
with slumber in their eyes.
Saw them resting, lying still,
their silence no surprise,
Awaiting but my touch to bring
their footsteps to tomorrow,
Wanting for my hands to mold
the script they've got to follow.
Dressed in costumes finery,
jesters, queens and more,
I thought that they reminded me
of something seen before,
Busy puppets have lots to do.
All the different sizes, shapes,
the colors, noses, smiles,
The capes, the cloaks and funny shirts
the peasants, princes, styles.
All so different, all the same,
singular in thought.
Belonging to that wooden thing
yes, fashioned by a block.
A wooden block is fashioned into a breathing puppet.
Ah! I stared, I looked at them,
I watched for quite some time
Thinking 'bout these wooden heads,
these marionettes of mine.
Then moving as by habit,
I picked up the wooden sticks
Held them in my well trained hands
a smile about my lips.
Pulled one string to another,
saw their footsteps fall.
Their rags, their robes a whirling
each and every, all.
I had now, awakened them,
awakened them from sleep.
Set the stage, the scenery
I made them laugh and weep.
I wrote my script, they gave it voice.
They made my words their home,
And you see they followed it
for they had none of their own.
And at home in sweet contentment
from the peasant to the queen.
They had nothing but their costumes,
their wood, their strings, the scen
Answer:
they all are different but all the same