Where are the
frogs?
They seem to stay
silence
They seem to hide
in the coconut shells
Listening to the
traffic rain falls
The ringing bells
of coins
It isn’t dropping
like ripe coconuts
So, the frogs have to
live low
They don’t have the
funds to croak
The few desirable
frogs
Once they could
make so much noises
They felt they were
the untouchables
Under the umbrella
of a kleptocratic man
Where are the
frogs?
They hope to get
the cash
But it will be a
long wait
The funds are locked
The wings of change
Hit the ground
people awake
The frogs will hide
in the coconut shells
Dreaming of a time
they were in demand
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