Pinocchio of society
I am the Pinocchio of society,
A slave of humanity, puppet to vanity,
I move and dance to the beat of insanity,
Controlled and oppressed is what’s the reality,
I’m not pulling the strings and that’s the real tragedy,
I am the Pinocchio of society,
But isn’t it funny, how I live in the dark yet think it’s still sunny,
How I reject reason yet embrace formality,
To believe in divinity with no basis in reality,
When all it creates is bitterness and anxiety,
I am the Pinocchio of society,
But aren’t we all, struggling to be real but beset with flaws,
Hoping that one day the strings will all fall,
I dare not say it my nose may grow tall,
That we could be more than we ever may know,
When this old block of wood discovers its soul,
Pinocchio will not be a puppet no more…..
Edwin Nderu Kamau
A slave of humanity, puppet to vanity,
I move and dance to the beat of insanity,
Controlled and oppressed is what’s the reality,
I’m not pulling the strings and that’s the real tragedy,
I am the Pinocchio of society,
But isn’t it funny, how I live in the dark yet think it’s still sunny,
How I reject reason yet embrace formality,
To believe in divinity with no basis in reality,
When all it creates is bitterness and anxiety,
I am the Pinocchio of society,
But aren’t we all, struggling to be real but beset with flaws,
Hoping that one day the strings will all fall,
I dare not say it my nose may grow tall,
That we could be more than we ever may know,
When this old block of wood discovers its soul,
Pinocchio will not be a puppet no more…..
Edwin Nderu Kamau
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