They are the termites
That eat all the national income
They are the scorpions
That sting their protagonist
They are like The ruminant animals
That unite in the absence of food
And turn back to one another
With only one drop of corn
They are like the sun
That give vitamins in the down
And beat people with his rays
After he has been rise
They are like Domestic fowl
That keeps her chicks under her feathers
And send other biddy outside
To compete for the grub
they are like pest
That attacks our yield
They are like weeds
That stop our crops from growing
They are animals
That wore human clothes
They are the green snake
That penetrate under the green grass
They are old fools
That behave like their children
Throwing chairs up and down
Inside the national house
They are good peoples
With bad heart
They are nice peoples
With selfish interest
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