I am crocodile,
My tears are considered
To be fake tears always;
And my feelings are
Not sincerely sensed all the way;
Who will come forth
To register them properly?
How long
Should I carry on
Such bigotry?
A writer in a story line
Might have made
Such an insensitive remark
about my tears,
For the sake of a story;
And the readers shared it
Over the years;
And are sharing still with
Remarkable insensitivity
Believe me,
My tears are crystal clear,
And they preserve my sincere pain
As they do others';
When will come a new writer
To re write my fate,
To save me from mudslinging
And character assassination?
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