They are known as the controllers
masters of whips end
they look like you,dress like you
they even act like you, but their not

They have one hand opened
the other clenched into a fist
their smiles are sardonic
and they understand not the premise of love

Cold are their hearts in their soulless bodies
and if you smile it does make them cringe
many are high city rollers
if by meaning the controllers

Their little empires pollute the globe
make misery a pure entity
and they gloat as you choke
on fumes of greed

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris