Marionette On Run

It began.

They fell intermittently,
Dangling from the threads
Of society, moving along as
The battle commenced.

Overwhelemed, the bystanders watched
The controlled choreography.
Each chasse, each twirl, intent eyes
Contemplated to laud, to praise.

The endeavour did not take long
As they were placed back into order
For rustic dripped lines in modernity
Slowing them to a halt.

The end.

A standing ovation, for the
Sutradhar of those strings.
As every drop of bellicose condensed,
Sanguinary, disoriented through their veins.

Long after did one realise
Every entrechat, every movement was made
To tame them from running amok,
To ensure no one fell out of line.

Speaking hues of vibrancy,
They were put on mental-anesthetic
Played by the word of hierarchy, an innuendo;
A reminder that the line should never be crossed.

So marks the execution of the
Advocates for individualism,
Simply because societal perspectives
Never change.

The aftermath.

Was contemplating this poem which I wrote for my literature performance task many months ago. The theme was on struggles on perception, and I guess it brings back (somewhat vague) memories. Craft definitely needed improvement, but that comes along with time so enjoy the poem (or whats left of these lines), I guess.

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