Monday, April 08, 2019

the call of bamboo river



The crocodiles on land
They dare not want to go back
In the water to taste their home
They know the water is toxic for their souls

They rather stay on land
Shift their changes walk like humans
There are many to satisfy and take
They can live the luxurious lives

Once the landed crocodiles were powerful
They could do as they please and like
Nobody dared to question their operations
Those who did were put behind bars with flimsy excuses

It was the day of the landed crocodiles
Now they were kicked out from their power base
They are fighting to survive on the land
They can’t go to the water they are afraid of the toxic waste

They know they have a hand in it
The contamination over the years
The toxic chemicals dumped in the water
They will not go and live near

The landed crocodiles on borrowed time
The supporters still on addiction can’t believe it is gone
The way of the past will not return for good
The past misdeeds will be collected and then charged

Because of the bad deeds
Karma makes the circle
The land crocodiles close their eyes
Hearing the call of Bamboo River

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