You pull the strings behind the scene,
While puppets dance on glowing screens.
Unaware of the grand charade,
Content to march the path you’ve laid.
But then the veil begins to fall,
Revealing truth that stuns them all.
Actors lost without a crown,
Faces twisted, spirits down.
Now gloves are off, the game is rough,
The road ahead turns cold and tough.
Unmasked, revealed for who you are
A fiend laid bare beneath the scar.
MARYANN BOSAH 