Her head pulled upwards,

A painful crick in her neck,

His hand snaged sideways,

No careful checks.

Strings pulled taut,

And fingers full of skill,

Swiftly took them across the stage,

They were livestock waiting to be killed.

Feeling, hearing, seeing all,

Yet nothing could be done,

To save them from this great fall.

But, they had enough.

Enough of fumbling fingers amd careless hands.

Enough of long days amd no rest at nights.

And so, they decided to be tough.

And lo behold!

Puppets turned into warriors,

Wooden hands changed into wooden spikes

Fake expressions exchanged for malicious smiles,

They wanted 'his' head on the pike.

Such was their rage.

And, when the thunder rolled,

But his sleep was tight,

They assembled around the puppet master's bed,

Holding the Grim Reaper's scythe.

The puppets decided to revolt that night.

***
If they can revolt against their masters, why can't we stand up against the injustice happening around us?
Why are we becoming puppets-still, lifeless and incompetent- dancing on tunes of unrighteous without any fuss?
If they can take action, then why do we behave so ignorant?
Why are so indifferent?
We are so ready to go to war on causes of caste and race and pride.
Don't you think it's high time we become belligerent towards in justice instead of taking sides? Do tell me your thoughts on this.