Spinning, spinning <br />The trap is winning <br />Around and around <br />The plan is sound <br /> <br />Send in weapons here <br />Sneak in soldiers there <br />And when they notice, lie <br />Wars first casualty, deny <br /> <br />Behind the scenes <br />Pulling the strings <br />Watch the world dance <br />Web of deceit advance <br /> <br />A plane in the sky <br />Swat it like a fly <br />The innocents die <br />Your guilt deny <br /> <br />The spiders plans done <br />Down it's strings they run <br />More bombs and guns <br />The death of more sons <br /> <br />First one area then another <br />In the clutches of war's mother <br />How many will fall <br />To the spiders call <br /> <br />Will war turn cold <br />With rulers so bold <br />Or does it get hot <br />With spiders next swat <br /> <br />It took one shot <br />To make war hot <br />Millions found gore <br />In the Great War <br /> <br />Will peace fall <br />At spiders call <br />Strings he can pull <br />Eyes covered by wool <br /> <br />At spiders next sting <br />Will world war ring <br />Watch the world dance <br />Web of deceit advance<br /><br />Darlene Walsh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-spider-2014/
