Spinning, spinning
The trap is winning
Around and around
The plan is sound
Send weapons in here
Sneak soldiers in there
And when they notice, lie
Wars first casualty, deny
Behind the scenes
Pulling the strings
Watch the world dance
Web of deceit advance
A plane in the sky
Swat it like a fly
The innocents die
Your guilt deny
The spiders plans done
Down it's strings they run
More bombs and guns
The death of more sons
First one area then another
In the clutches of war's mother
How many will fall
To the spiders call
Will war turn cold
With rulers so bold
Or does it get hot
With spiders next swat
It took one shot
To make war hot
Millions found gore
In the Great War
Will peace fall
At spiders call
Strings he can pull
Eyes covered by wool
At spiders next sting
Will world war ring
Watch the world dance
Web of deceit advance
Enjoyed this highly metaphoric write. First I thought it was all about a spider and its web... But soon I realized, it is about the web of violence and war and the despotic forces sitting at the hem, pulling the strings of rebellion and the poor war victims killed by the war mongers as flies by a malevolent spider! Let the world realize that war is not an answer to any problem! Great write, Darlene!
I am afraid spiders will keep weaving the web of dominance over the world, unless they are stopped! A very good poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i think the apostrophe migrated from spiders to it's (in error) here: The spiders plans done Down it's strings they run ..........pesky little apostrophes! when WILL they learn their place(s) . gee, maybe you ‘want’ an apostrophe in “plans” also? ? I just read the Poet’s Note. THANKS. ya gotta do something while mowing lawns, besides mow lawns that is. of course! why not think of evil? ? and who the heck knows who, what, when, where, and why about all the goings on? ? don’t get too uptight about it. there are plenty of people left in the world (too many): wars are perhaps one of God’s plans to control the population? ? half-joking! I’m half-sorry! “First one area then another In the clutches of war's mother” …………nice rhyme, but “war’s mother”? ? are you referring to Death? or poverty, or religious or racial or ethnic intolerance perhaps? greed? drugs? ignorance? hunger? so many mothers! another apostrophe ‘needed’: …….“To the spiders call” [remember how much I like you and your writing, Darla! I know apostrophes are merely 'blips on the screen'.] I found the last three (3) stanzas to be exceptionally good! and I liked the repeat of the last two lines of the poem. (or were you just too tired from mowing to make up ‘new’ lines at the ending! ? ?) bri :) to MyPoemList because of the topic and the effort you put into it. does your boss actually PAY you to dream up poems? would you like this or any others in December’s showcase? bri :)