Mr Modi,
I'm attacking you directly.
I'm calling you out for all the injustices,
Done against the Muslim community.
Mr Modi,
I'm attacking your disciples; the bhaktis.
They treated my brothers and sisters cruelly,
I'm sure Allah will favour us generously.
For the crimes they've committed,
And the crimes you've permitted.
When a Muslim does a crime,
You jump on him in a chime;
Now if it was a Hindu doing a crime,
You suddenly turn blind.
Something is definitely not right.
I think you should kiss your Ministry goodbye.
The whole India is aware,
Of BJP's acts of despair.
Our economy has gone beyond repair,
And the Supreme Court has gone unfair.
Poverty's at his highest!
While you're living your finest.
We are the people of India,
We have the power to send you back to your job as a chaiwala.
Fear us, O disciple of Hitler;
We'll make you cry and shiver.
