Monday, May 4, 2009

Marionettes



          Annette Hevans


We're all of us marionettes,
Pulled this way and that by the strings,
We think that we're free but we're not,
We're a jumble of pullies and springs.
From the moment we're born we enroll
In classes called 'How to behave'.
Free spirits we may try to be
But each one is a virtual slave.
The language we speak isn't ours,
It's the language made up by 'the others',
The ancestors down through the years,
All posing as Fathers and Mothers.
The beliefs we proclaim aren't our own;
They haven't just grown in our heads.
And when we stride out feeling strong
We're treading where everyone treads.
The songs that we sing aren't our own.
We're programmed to like what we must.
And any original thought
Leaves us guiltily vague and nonplussed.
If no-one has thought 'that' before
Then surely the thought must be dumb!
For it's only through 'clever one's' thoughts
That anything special can come.
So relax! Just get up on your toes
And dance your absurd pirouette!
Just 'go with the flow.' Keep in mind
You're only a Marionette.




3 comments:

Every Photo Tells A Story said...

It's true, isn't it? We all want to think we are "originals." But, being a product of society, makes that impossible!

L.Holm said...

Grim reality! fantastic poem. I'd act out right now, but that wouldn't be polite :-)
best regards, Liz

Kat said...

Life comes with strings attached..?

Well portrayed..!!!