The crocodiles will always paint themselves
The white as angels giving alms to the needy
In everyday living they will talk about religion
Letting the followers know they are the ones
In political games they play along
The politics mix with religion is a sin
The crocodiles will not say it loud
They recognize the truth in it
When the mind is hungry of power
On religious rules it is already a sin
Thinking of marrying many wives
The sin has already happened
But do the crocodiles care?
They don't see on sin staring at them
They think they can walk not straight up
They think they have achieved it right
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