Criminal

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Criminal, criminal, criminal, He is a criminal, A criminal, Criminal, But the criminal Not a criminal, Not a criminal, But a man, A man, Not a criminal, Criminal, criminal, criminal, Not a criminal, But a man, A man, Call him, Call him Not a criminal, But a man, A man. But a criminal He was not From his birth, But turned he into For falling into bad company, Deviating and digressing from The path of life, Untidy upbringing And as for situations and circumstances Otherwise, Criminal, criminal, criminal, Call him, Call him not a criminal As he is not, But a man. Riches and luxuries led him Otherwise And he sought for bliss, Tempted by, Infatuated with, As dreamt he Lured by High living, But vacant mind And its speculation And if it is not, Poverty compelled him To be Cruel and callous. But what it is the root of All evil Is wine, Intoxication, Addiction And for that, He turned into A criminal, For his hard nature too, Rough and tough speaking, Bad mood, bad temper And bad tongue, In search of pleasure, Where did he reach to?

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