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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