Bye-bye Mr grass cutter
May your road be smooth
As smooth as a grass cutter's field
Did you know the famished road
It is a road littered with skeletons
The Skeletons of innocent children
No eyes saw it without shedding tears
What a heartless spewing of a lethal poison
Mr grass cutter arrogantly ate his bush meat
He cares not that their lives matter
Does his own life matters more
I can see the nothingness of Mr grass cutter's life
Justice awaits the evil that men do
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