The stray dogs sniff
The ground he walks
Round and round
Until he is satisfied
He will poo on it
The face of satisfaction
He doesn't care of distraction
This is the spot he needed
Sometimes the stray dogs
Will poo on the middle of the road
At times in front of main gate of homes
Letting the house owners do the extra work
On the middle of the road
The motorists will grumble at it
Since the car wheels will roll over
Bring the poo back to their homes
Now we have seen
How the crowd gather around a convict
Don't they recognize the wrong he had done?
Some even feel proud to associate with him!
The nation cries
Why or why they don't see the wrong?
He stole billions of her wealth
The crowd still applauded him
Karma will work her way
Then these people will realize
Why bad luck keep haunting them
Until they feel sorry, pay and change their way
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