THESE PUPPETS

THESE PUPPETS

No, the puppets don’t have lives
Their puppets never have lives
Wake up soon
Its not okay
To just nod anything to be true

These puppets don’t have lives
Their master is not on your side
These puppets will be stitched up
Given a bow tie to look good
Living from the fringes of life
Gives them their promotions and perks

Rushing on the way to the top brass
They put their hands up too soon
What they stalk and what they crave?
Bollywood dreams are being forced down their throats

Will you look when you leap?
To be the spark or the burning ash.
To be simply stuffed into a chest
Or to be the anger when you are slapped
Don’t let freedom become a favour
Don’t let your voice become rare
Don’t let them scrape your mind
Say fuck off when ask you to be part of the grind