Possessed by the devil, I strode out to do evil. With enmity written large on my face, Somebody has to be dad in deaths embrace. Just yesterday a child became an orphan, And a couple were worried by the ransoms burden. The fetters of depression behold the city, Where everyday criminals like me enter captivity. Karachi, Karachi of yore Shall hot surface will not surface Whilst I trigger my double barrel bore. Published in Daily Times, May 22nd 2018.