Black english

A black black night
Has come upon the earth.
And humans and others
Started to sleep a new slept,
Without remorse or else alike.
Crocodiles, who eat each other
From tail to head
Remained unmoved by the sight,
And continued their greedy supper.
It was to be followed by a black mass
In a total mess and disarray,
Unless some awfully intelligent creature
Advised a different course of events.
But alas! It continued.
And poor crocodiles were dying in big numbers,
Leaving us all nothing,
But tears of their unborn children.
Stop where you are,
And the truth will seep into
Your dirty stupid head drop by drop.
But no, it can't be changed,
For we are an always moving type,
Despite the fact of sleeping on a black night,
November, December, January and so on and so forth,
Endlessly crapping shit out of our arses.
The solution of the problem is simple,
But can hardly be realized,
Because - and that is the main word -
     Because
There is a big contradiction to this.
Somehow tips and turmoils produced,
Allow our allies to smell the spell
And guarantee an illusionary freedom
For everybody, who wants it.
Thus making it soft and reliable.