They huffed and they
puffed and tried with all their might
But the man on the
throne said: “That can’t be right!”
“But Voldemort’s back!
I saw him with my eyes!”
“Good joke Mr. Potter,
no more telling lies!”
Delusional and in
denial, he refused to budge
Loyal to his throne he
was, Cornelius Fudge
Blinded by his fantasy,
a despicable sight
As Muggle-borns were hunted in broad daylight
Teachers and their
students were now enemies of the state
While the Daily Prophet
sang, on all-fours, prostrate
As he hid behind his
dream and they watched him in dismay
The Dark Lord clad in saffron,
grew stronger day by day
To Fudges all around
us, warm regards I must send
Hope you wake up soon
enough, before it all ends
For vengeance is the
buzzword as the trishools maim and scar
The multicoloured
fabric, whose threads we all are
As the saffron storm
approaches and all before it fall
Together we must stand,
united and tall
