The Dance Poem by Darwin Henry Beuning
The Dance
We are all puppets on strings
Dancing a maddening dance
Laugh, Beuning, Laugh
A complex puppet with hundreds of strings
Controlling every move
Laugh, Beuning, Laugh
The puppet master is in control
From the moment of birth until we go
Laugh, Beuning, Laugh
The poem, to me, denies human free will to decide and act, because it has all been decided in advance for us. This philosophical question is not easy to decide, but you have done so.
I enjoyed this poem and I liked the drive and the energy of the words.
Absolutely truth. Tragically sometimes rather many times we try to forget or the problem of communicating with the truth brings so many chaos to exist on the surface. Crisis complicated growing everyday.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 7:22:30 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I'm not sure if I would have been able to laugh on command. And even at 16, I was already labelled a crusader (rebel with a cause) . Yes, it's better to laugh than cry! Voluntarily!