The wayward cows
Walking on the streets
On weekends and public holidays
The animals become the “Mat Rempits”
They conquer the streets
The motorists can curse and horn
They don't care what you do
They are the kings on the roads
The cowherds no where to be found
They go somewhere else to pass time
On public holidays no enforcement officers around
The cows the kings on the roads
When the cows are poisoned
The cow owners cry blaming others
They don't blame themselves
For the cow dungs on the streets
The cow owners dream of money
For the civic duty they seem so far away
Don't let the cows become 'Mat Rempits”
Be civilized be friendly to the streets
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