Extraordinary Rendition
O brethren of earthenware
We are assembled here
To sit and ponder how and where
We are to take our future fare
We have been screwed by fate
We may roar or we may squeak
We may be traded down the creek
But we must turn the other cheek
And never ever should we leak
Secrets of the state
The moving finger having writ
Moved on and never thought it fit
To bother about those who were hit
Statecraft is a total twit
I have realised of late
There was no gas, no atta sir
Then there was the massacre
The Red Mosque burning like tinder
My voters did a runner
I even lost my money mate
Your long arm, my big arm
The law minister’s famous charm
Were not enough to stem the harm
Or to quell acute alarm
I’ve lost my itch at any rate
By Hakim Hazik
JDP will be happy to publish any other lota namas
