The crocodiles
No way they can walk
Coming out from the swamp
Walking on land it will not bite
They can wag their tails
Maybe can fool their own race
Telling them of paradise
Never mind living in poor
But the leaders
They shower in luxuries
Building their assets
Planning for after politics
They want to woo others
The states they control
Nothing good on economy
They can talk about paradise
The crocodiles
Karma will hit them
Enough chances for them to change
Yet they don't see the bad ways
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