The Master Playwright ©

All of the lines have been spoken, spoken.
All of the songs have been sung.
The curtain has threatened an ending, falling.
You must finish and take a quick bow.

It's mostly our fault. Created from thought.
We raised him and shaped him, and now you obey him.
He's yielding the strings but you praise their support.
The loss of the weight and the blame.
Forlorn shadows conquer the land.
He's moving your lips, guiding your hands.
Justifying roles of villians insane.

Scripted false prophecies of light.
Darkening hearts. Totalitarian might.

You must learn your lines and cue the lights.
Powder and primp your halo.
A tragic theatrical fail, so
It's up to the actors to pick
and choose which factors they hail.

It's opening night and it's every day.
Purchase your ticket and join in the play.
You're fed every line but think you have a say.
Allowing yourself to overact.
A method study of hate, portrayed!