the hunters

The river of free speech

It will get clogged in the mouth

There will not be an easy flow

The choking will come in bad faith

The monkeys on the river bed

They shout and jump up and down

The crocodiles glide along the muddy water

Staring at the monkeys wanting to bite

Then the hunters come along

The monkeys jump up to the trees

Hiding behind branches and leaves

They peep what the hunters will do

The crocodiles disappear in the river

Silently they glide unnotice in the dark

The hunters look everywhere

They can't find the crocodiles

The river of long speeches

The free flow of natural glides

The crocodiles sink in waiting

The monkeys know they remain on the trees

The hunters are searching

They have to cage the crocodiles

The river of free speech depends on it

Else whole hunt is a waste of time and efforts