The moos
Stop complaining
You are already out
The crocodiles say it
The crocodiles go back
To the old flame of the wolves
Nothing much the moos can do
Only crying silently on rejection
The crocodiles have sinned their lives
In pursuing politics using religion as a base
Still giving false hope on a broke bridge
Without economy religion can't survive
The moos should just pack up and leave
No need to complain or stay
The crocodiles have turned a deaf ear
Maybe return to PH as it was before
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