We’ll hang around with them all night like a gum,

They’ll “moo” and “baa” together on the sounds of drum,

We’ll take them on an island on the sun,

Will feed their bellies like the magazine of a top gun,

We’ll get all our wood, around them to burn,

We won’t let them visualize the daggers through the lantern,

Tomorrow they’ll be slaughtered; tonight’s the last turn,

Let’s listen to what they’re saying, like speakers standing by a rostrum…

- By Farrukh Zafar.

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