Come in - sit down in the front row
And welcome to my puppet show!
I'll dim the lights so you won't see
That I'm not who I seem to be -
That it's all a grand illusion
To create a mass delusion.
Oh, isn't it delectable
That they find me acceptable?
They think me and my fellow fiends
Are mankind's best and coolest friends,
But we're not what we seem to be:
Au contraire - believe you me!
'The Puppet Master' is my name,
World domination is my aim.
Through control; manipulation
Of every tongue and nation -
Pulling their strings to do my will
So I can move in for the kill.
Placing puppets in high places
(You know them: you've seen their faces)
To do as I command them to
To get to you, and you, and you.
I guide them and I edge them on
Setting them up against God's Son.
Words whispered in a leader's ear
Fill him with an unholy fear,
So off he sends his troops to war
(This is becoming such a bore!),
But war sure serves our purpose well
For it fills up the halls of hell.
Delicious anticipation -
Guiding men to their damnation:
I pull a string and voila! Look,
They've just published another book
To lead mankind further astray
From the only Truth and Way.
I pull one string; a mother sighs -
I pull another; baby dies.
The show goes on, and on and on
For those who do not know the Son.
Oh my! The things that I will do
Before I am forever through.
This poem won 2nd place for the May 2015 poetry contest