There once was a man from Kashmir,
Who was a Muslim and lived over here,
When he went to the mosque,
Some youths shouted, Get lost!
And hurled a bottle of beer.
After watching a bit of TV,
To bed went our friend the Kashmiri,
But his sleep was cut short,
By a knock on the door,
Very early, at just after three.
The officer said, Sir, we suspect you,
Even though we have never met you,
Of what we suspect you,
We don't have to tell you,
And on this suspicion I arrest you.
-- Adham Smart, 14-years old, London