82 - Broken Puppets Poem by nicola burkett

The puppets now broken
They have nothing to say
Since their masters left
And put their pens away
The exhibitions at a standstill
The auto cue’s on hold
3 months and counting
Watching it all unfold
Hollywood is just a town
With a huge white sign
Until the numbers on their pay check
Have more zeros on the line
Armed with picket boards
The writers have their say
The puppets still broken
Their story locked away