The crocodiles
The swampy lake to the land
Eyes turning wide seeing prey
A good hunt in their minds
They can't stand the obstacles
They find it cumbersome to navigate
They don't find it easy to socialize
They have tails hard to hide
Give the crocodiles a chance
They will bite and they want to spread
No truth will flow from their words
It is always for their own kind
Now crawling on land
They want to behave the way
But the trust deficit is high
It's better to return to the swampy lake
No comments:
Post a Comment