The
crooks can't go
They
are so afraid
Listening
to Bamboo River
The
songs ringing in their ears
The
way out is to bargain
Carve
a path to find a way to escape
The
clutches of the laws coming in droves
The
smell of Bamboo River is no way
The
police stay in one eye close
The
laws seem to hide in closet
It
is used on selective persecution
The
police quiet on the elegant crooks
The
public anger in social media
Like
the rain it may cause floods
So
far the crooks stay quiet
Watching
with smile on their faces
The
crooks can't go
Listening
to Bamboo River
They
can delay but they can't escape
The
sins hanging over their heads
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