Clockwork Puppets

Same sound, same size,
marching with the same footsteps.
Never complain, nor blink,
cursed by solid veins.

Day and night,
spinning with the same gears.
Night and day,
busy with the same work.

Same mind, same sight,
wearing the same uniform, tight.
Never stop, only break,
pending rusty fate.

Clockwork puppets
as they march.
Broken toys
as they end.