Moo
on the field
He
is afraid to return
He
knows he hasn't got the numbers
He
feels he better stays further away
The
farmers aren't happy
They
are calling the dogs to chase him
Moo
look ahead to see
What
choice he has at his disposal?
He
hears the hound dogs
They
are barking for his head
Moo
knows he is the leader
Yet
he isn't inspiring
Moo
knows he stands on a weak ground
At
any time it can explode like a volcano
He
stares ahead calculating his risks
He
knows it isn't good in his head
So
he decides to run
The
barking dogs will come
The
bad company he associates himself
He
plots; he steals the grass
In
his ears he listens
The
wind whispers softly
Covid19
coming
It
isn't the hound dogs
He
stops on his track
He
can't believe he hears it
Covid19?
What it is?
Pray
you don't pay for your sins
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