To The Puppet Masters Poem by Ryan Sanders

You never seem to listen
Still I listen to you
Because I'm forced to
I’ll now have you know
My mind is not your place to play

You have a list of messages
That you input into our minds
This turns us into wreckage
We are pawns in your game of Socializing

Somewhere along our history
You unlocked the secrets of us
And hid them away, causing misery
Filling us instead with disgust

You have secretly unlocked our minds
And now you load them with filth
From the TV and radio
My mind is what you want killed

It is important to understand
That ‘they’ have known
Our minds must be banned
From our selves in order for ‘them’ to have control

I want the Us to return once again
I want everything of Us back
Our life, mind, body, spirit, conscious, subconscious, freedom, positive self, Our freedom of choice
Give back what you have taken