The Octopus Poem by john mcleish

'Wha killed the Prophets'?
'The Octopus', some say
fur right roond the world, it's tentacles stretch
te every nook and cranny

By treachery, does war
espionage, it's specialty
rutheless te the core
Zion Killing Machine

Hoo many Presidents noo
has this Beast slain
Senators, Lords, too
women, children

Enemy infiltration
embedded within
every Judge and Politician
jumps tay it's whim

'Dimona', it's treasure
but drenched in blood
fur these disciples o terror
nothin' but gangsters and thugs