Free Verse #6: Puppeteer of Soldiers

Puppeteer of soldiers
I am disturbed.
Gone is free will
Because of the choice to have no free will.
You are a puppeteer of soldiers.
I am disturbed.

I am a disturbed young woman.
I am the disturbance you feel as you tell them to fire.
Because,
As you look at me,
You can see that I am a disturbed young woman,
Walking toward your puppet soldiers.

Little do you know,
They can see that I am a disturbance.
They can see that tiny hesitation.
And it makes them hesitate.
Your puppet soldiers,
Puppeteer of soldiers,
Have hesitated despite you.

And I am the disturbance
Growing stronger.
Cutting puppet strings.
Ripping puppet minds.
Destroying puppet faces.
Walking toward the puppets and the puppeteer.
And when you shoot me,
Because you will shoot me,
They will drop their guns.

Because they are no longer puppets.
So shoot me.

Free Verse: Harvest

We have sown the seeds
We have watched these fields
For many years
We have tended these fields.
We have worked the ground
The course clay
The sands
The dirt.
We have been through all of it.
We have sown all of it.

We have sown the seeds
Through the minds of the masses
The fields of the masses
The fields of imagination.
We have watched these fields
Worked these fields.

Soon, we will come to the harvest
Soon, we will see the wonders of the thoughts we have sown.