The treacherous rain
bleeds from the sky,
without end,
without decay.

The tadpoles rise,
and the crawfish
are armed
for a revolution.

The salamander conspires,
and the fish ready themselves
for battle.

The old frogs croak,
and the tadpoles
soon follow.

But all are silenced
by the Gharial,
that sees all
and hears all.

The passive revolutionaries
fall like dominos.