Puppet Occupation

When rows of puppet soldiers marched away,
They left the stage behind a shattered mess
Of broken piles of toys they freshly slayed.

Their movements were a twisted, sick ballet --
No beauty present, as in games of chess
When rows of puppet soldiers march away.

A porcelain doll who came out just to play
Has dropped her food and knelt down to caress
The broken piles of toys they freshly slayed.

The plastic figures go to church to pray
And hear the waxwork preacher calm distress,
As rows of puppet soldiers marched away --

But no meek sermon ever could allay
The rage and sadness puppets can’t express.
The massive piles of toys they freshly slayed

Are being buried by the church today.
And now a new toy wears the town’s headdress,
As rows of puppet soldiers march away
From broken piles of toys they freshly slayed.