David married Sara,
Whose father was Kamal.
They kept the country guessing,
In which direction they could snarl.
Kamal was Foreign Minister,
From the story of creation,
A fine barrister, distinguished man,
Mattabar of the Nation.
His daughter was quite sharp as well,
Ziauddin she did advise,
To admit some limits of the trials,
To pass by western eyes.
And now we come to David who,
With journalistic hue,
Brought Nirmulity to the airwaves,
Mistakenly at face value.
With great symbolic powers,
Of status, mind and race,
He's proved the witchhunt bollockful,
Right in its secular face.
Oh countrymen it should be you,
To chasten nonsense engines,
But you kill, humiliate, erase,
With the grace of Gotham's Penguin.