The crocodiles of white caps
Still harping of one track destination
The ultimate cake of religious rule
They think they are the only ones
They sing the Taliban rule
The way they want to smell it too
They forget this nation isn't a single race
She has the beautiful colours shining through
The crocodiles behaviour
Walking on land feeling inferior
By using religion they think they can prosper
Telling their hide and seek stories for their own benefits
The little napoleons rearing its ugly smile
The crocodiles will like it to stay
The little napoleons forget who pay them
It is the tax-payers they should oblige
But the crocodiles will be happy
As long as the little napoleons run the errands
These people may help the crocodiles to glow
They should turn around change their ways
The crocodiles of white caps
They have no vision or how to manage
Even in religion they may not have a solid understanding
In politics they have sinned themselves
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