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Wednesday, November 29, 2017

"Living in a World of Puppets" song

    I really struggle with the enslavement of humanity. Noticing so many people used as puppets, everywhere I go, often reminds me of how many have lost their freedom and are being used in ways that most of them do not even seem to realize. Sometimes it seems like most of humanity is already enslaved and this feels horrible. I sometimes feel an ache in my heart for them and their loss of freedom, especially the ones who are just kids and are so obviously being used either by their puppet parents or directly through technological mind control.
   Yesterday I started singing while driving and started writing this song. Its not done yet, but here's some of it. . .

Living in a World of Puppets
Copyright Sharon R. Poet

Living in a world of puppets - a world that is not real.
Sometimes I can not stand how it makes me feel.

Living in a world of puppets.
How did life get this way? Only empty words they say.
Who will set them free? Who can? And who is free to understand?

Living in a world of puppets.
Who is that sweet little girl in the row of pale blue coats
Her little mind and Heart looking far too remote?

Living in a world of puppets.
And who is that little boy being tossed around like a toy,
The one kept in lower classes wearing dark sun glasses?

Living in a world of puppets.
What will happen to them? Will they find their Hearts again?
I wish they were who they are - every single one a unique star.

Living in a world of puppets.
What's that pain in my head? Why does that man's eyes look dead?
Was it something he did or said? Can I chose Freedom instead?


Living in a world of puppets.
Why is a laser beam from the sky making that lady, over there, cry?
And who is prescribing her that pill even though she is not ill?

Living in a world of puppets.
Who is holding the strings, while Freedom's bell pretends to ring?
Who hides in that blackest cloud behind a holocaustal shroud?

Living in a world of puppets.
How did life get this way? Only empty words they say.
Who will set them free? Who can? And who is free to understand?

Living in a world of puppets. Wanting them to be Free and real.
Sometimes I can not stand how it makes me feel.

More may be coming soon.

   I picture a video with this, which shows a gray town filled with people on strings, repeatedly singing, "Living in a world of puppets," with no facial expressions. And a woman, dressed in rose colored dress, walking through and crying as she sings the other verses. Then, in the end, the strings get gut and color and expressions return to the town.