A guy from the Middle East,
Knocked the heads of the whites,
And the colored not to call their poor people,
As evil and possessed, showing their skulls,
Because they have had the haunted look,
Network of nerves have got collapsed,
Clear vocal fibrillation has gone flexible,
Howling and hooting from the throat,
Mid night workers are labeled as wizards,
Looking for the witches of Madame Candle,
Banish all those who still believe in witchcraft,
Just forty steps downwards to the south,
Zone of comfort has never taught anyone a lesson,
Let them learn a lesson or two during their confinement.
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