Octopus

poem by: John Prophet
Written on May 01, 2022 

Octopus.
Growing.
Spreading.
Tentacles
expanding.
Prey
in the
grip.
Unsuspecting.
Power.
Control.
Name
of the
game.
Tentacles
grip, circles
the globe.
Growing
power,
influence
over its
prey.
Too late,
powers
that be
now
firmly
control.
Now
running
the show.
Ultimate
power
control
justifies
the means.
In front
of our
eyes
the creature
morphs.
Tight
in its
grip.
Ultimate
control.

 

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