The crocodiles speak
It never bring good values
It is only for their kind
They will forget the other colours
The crocodiles only want
The meat to serve their own
The politics and religion
A bad way to walk through
But do the crocodiles care?
They only see themselves
The mantra of their own preservation
This time they will fall badly
They go by the bad way
Through the back door to gain entry
The smell of power in their hands
So they forget about the crocodiles hunters
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