The
hot weather
The
dry up places
The
hot wind singing
Jump
up the bill
The
frogs will stay quiet
One
or two will jump out to say
It's
always on race and religion
The
confusion of its own
The
call of prayers
It
beats out loud and clear
The
other faiths aren't confused
They
walk on with their faith
A
faith will not make a confusion
It
is the faithful who have failed
In
a religious faith nothing is confusing
It
is the faithful who forget
God
is loving and compassionate
He
doesn't create divide and rule
He
doesn't need spokespersons
He
has his angels to do his bidding
But
the frogs always forget
They
think they are the best
When
the testing of faith looms
They
croak they are confused!
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