The crocodiles on
land
They don’t see how
old you are
They only see the
bites
Coming into their
circles
They will smell the
heat
As they walk on the
land
They will look for
easy prey
There are many in
the crowd
The warning of parents
The advice from
police
The history in the
newspapers
Yet the crocodiles
on land flourish
The women young or
old
Looking for company
to ease their loneliness
They don’t see the
crocodiles in suites
They will twist
words making them the prey
In the internet
applications
Just a click and a
few exchanges
The words of power
hit the mind
The women young or
old will fall
Don’t the women
realize it?
The crocodiles on
land
They look for easy
prey
They don’t have
time to feel sorry
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