The crocodiles
They will not change
Race and religion
Is the ultimate aim
Don't expect them to turn
They live with their sins
Splashing up in the swampy land
The rights on race and religion
They don't see
The other animals in their eyes
Because of the swampy land
They only smell their own kind
Once one different view is said
The crocodiles will get all high
Airing their view of rights
As if nobody can change it
Even parties with familiar interests
They too will jump up and croak
They can't afford to lose face
Race and religion is the wrong way
The lights for the nation
Is in the multi coloured rays
Every one works in unity
The progress of the nation in need
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