Do not steal;
Else you'll get ill
And be beaten with a goad -
A rebuke from God.
Do not lie
Always tell the truth -
Like an angel in white suit
Sporting a sparkly tie.
Do well to overcome crimes;
But how many times
Have we not heard of their lootings,
Their luxuries and their ritual killings?
Do mind them;
They'll spit on your face
And stab you in the back.
You'll see - you trust them!
They'll show you the thief,
Tell you he's been locked up;
''Take a sigh of relief.
We're on top-
Of the situation'' they'll say.
But - even as you hear them - pray,
For he shall come again - the same thief -
To fan the flames of your grief!
They wave words like wands;
''Don't take the law into your hands.''
But they have it under their feet,
Trampled for us to eat.
In the assemblies they fight,
But come to tell tales by moonlight;
The morals they never do
And ever to their evil natures true.
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