Since once I sat upon a promontory And looked around to the earth, To my horror and to my surprise Octopuses on land, it wasn't mirth.
These deadly creatures Though not really octopuses Like ordinary men they walk'd and talk'd Their nefarious designs fully exposed.
The gangsters and scamsters hand in glove Roamed the corridors of power The law makers and the law breakers Who sat in the ivory towers?
Disguised as leaders of masses They plunder the nation at will They're the law unto themselves Who allow the passage of every bill?
These religious fanatics Who spread the communal hatred The self proclaimed representatives of God To whom nothing infact is sacred.
Their lust for money, with wine and honey Has brought the nation ignominy and shame These vultures and wolves in sheep's clothing Are ever busy in their vicious game.
But trapped among these sucker Octopuses I can also visualize Oysters on land These wise and noble and gentle souls Whose tribe is now a dwindling clan?
These enlightened men, the lustrous gems Shall fight and turn the tide The corrupt and the rogues will run But no place to hide
Hope is there And hope sustains life The Truth shall triumph With peace around and no strife.
Octopuses will again sink to the bottom And hide their faces in the dark depths Oysters will bloat and merrily float The last laugh of the mysterious adept.
