rayguns and marionettes

here's a sonnet i've been writing. hope you like it.
fool sitting here typing

Rayguns and Marionettes
my foes and friends are dancing marionettes
with colored rayguns in their wooden grips
who's he who pulls the strings and takes the bets
and all in secret makes the scales tip

he gives the puppets choice of wrong or right
but pulls the hidden strings and makes them turn
to face the audience of empty sight
and he decides if they will live or burn

and in my grip's a raygun much as them
the trigger held so tightly for the sting
of enemies and to protect my friends
I too a victim of the puppet strings

but merciful the master puppeteer
for enter left his son cries puppet tears