Double, double, toil and trouble
Fire burn and cauldron bubble
Might is right and foul is fair
The cauldron is filling with hot air
Sell the trains to raise some dough
PSUs are great leaven, don’t you know
Shut a bank and use its paisa
No-one will ask you aisa kaisa?
Make long speeches on Gandhi and Peace
And, careful, not to slip into Savarkarese
The terms of the discourse are set by you
So you can speak softly or view-halloo
Cut down forest in the dead of night
People will protest but that’s quite all right
It’s not a forest, the court has said
If anyone disagrees, “Off with his head”
Mix some beef into the witches’ pot
Start a lynching with your lot
Some sedition cases in the stew
Improve the flavour of the brew
The noxious fumes are feared by all
Fear is at your beck and call
Use the fear to shut them up
Everyone will drain the bitter cup
Double, double, toil and trouble
Fire burn and cauldron bubble
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