Friday, August 01, 2014

the rhythm seems to falter

Will it be the last waltz?
Dancing until the music stop?
All the people watch

The rhythm seems to falter
The partners stay close
Swinging along the dance floor
All the people watch

So much hope Pakatan
Will it be the last waltz?
Will the music stop for all of us?
Everyday there is still hope

When the rhythm dies
Pakatan wakes up and form another quickly
The road to Putrajaya
It shouldn't be the last waltz

If Pas wants to dance the tango
Let Pas go on its way
Strutting its stuff to its like minded audience
Pakatan has to regroup to march to Putrajaya

greed will make us fall

Greed will make us fall
Right into the dark pit of hell
Don't say you haven't heard it
You have seen or heard stories

Now in Pakatan
Greed grips the leaders
In the coalition greed begins to destroy
All the good deeds done in the past

MB Selangor issue
He seems to have jumped ship
Every words he says
He works on his own

PKR he forgets
The party which he joined
Put him up as MB Selangor
Now he doesn't want to resign

The cracks in Pakatan
Bee Anne will have the bullets to fly
Pas too veering towards new Amno
The greed in their minds

Pas has destroyed itself
The good the party has done in the past
Now the ugly head roars again
With its short sighted leaders

You worked hard to take Putrajaya
But Pas has fallen into the greed trap
Viewing short term losing the golden prize

It is good it happened now
Let it be seen what Pas is trying to do
By itself Pas can't do much
Maybe in Kelantan where it stays

The progressive Pas leaders
They should come out to form their own
Work with DAP and PKR
The road to Putrajaya hasn't lost yet

the beggars in the city

The beggars in the city
The refugees and misplaced persons
They come here for the money
The easy way to con the generous locals

The syndicate groups behind it
Else how can these people come here?
Who are the culprits playing the game?
Our guess back to the source

When you are a Muslim refugee
The shelter seems to come your way
This is the weakness at the source
The men in blue just wait for orders

So the beggars in the city
They zoom in around intersections
Begging for alms with children
The pitying look begging to survive

Thursday, July 31, 2014

affairs we hear

Affairs we hear
The ordinary persons
The celebrities in our lives
When lust hits the jackpot
Self control will be hard to exercise

Bearing in mind
We aren't angels
We have our sins
We have our desires
So affairs are bound to appear
In the lives of any one

The skin colours
It plays no difference at all
The mingling of the crowd
Westernized groups or conservatives
The lust will pull them in

What faith we have?
It doesn't make a difference
Lust will make its round
Get in or get out the choice is ours
Don't blame anybody
When the expose is known

don't tell lies

Don't tell lies
You don't go to paradise
In your mind you think you will
Poking fun at others misery

Respect the dead
Even they may have done bad
Underground or in ashes
let them stay pure

Let them go in peace
You don't want them to return
The apparitions wrecking your life
So don't tell lies

Some don't believe in tales
Of unnatural beings cropping into view
They do come to tell
We aren't the only ones

the little rats

Putrajaya sleeps
Snoring loudly in the corridor
Ringing bells it can't hear
In dreamland of virgins

The little rats smell
The opportunities to make mischief
Out in the open feeling the freedom
They spread its disease of evil deeds

Tweeting in the background
Causing damages in the minds
Creating a misleading thinking
One race one religion kind of thing

The little rats can't see
The big fat cat roaming around
Eyes open mind million miles away
In dreamland of virgins

So the little rats know
The opportunities to make mischief
The men in blue blind to the scene
Walking but eyes close to the world

Putrajaya sleeps
The little rats know
Out in the open
The men in blue blind to the scene

pakatan in quick sand

Pakatan in quick sand
It seems to the public
Washing dirty linen in the open
Letting the drawbacks flow

The new Amno will laugh
Cracking jokes behind its back
You want to take Putrajaya
See what you have gone into”

The end there will be a new
As events unfold some good will come
It is better to know now
What the other inner thoughts are

The Conservatives and Modern leaders
They have to bridge the divide and principles
Religion can't play in politics it will spell troubles
Now the yellow flag time to build bridges

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

selamat hari raya aidil fitri

The sound of music
In the hill of Malaysia?
You want to fly high
But you are there

The sound of the wind
Strumming the chords of melody
Listening to the call of prayers
Echoing in the sky of white and blue

The city life she lived
Long ago I could remember
Now back to nature maybe for a while
Charging up battery to go again

The trees of orchestra
The horn instruments playing softly
Yeah my friend the sound of music
Blowing sweetly Selamat Hari Raya Aidil Fitri

greed of power is short term

When a leader sold his principles
Troubles he will cause to the group
No matter what he says and performs
He will be held at a low esteem

When a leader doesn't listen
The unity will be broken
The group members will smell a rat
An evil mind is at work

When a leader acts on his own
Doing it his way nothing else
He has become a renegade leader
A Trojan horse hiding in the midst

When you have such a leader
You mustn't wait for disintegration
You better take him out quickly
Before more damages are inflicted

All leaders should remember
Greed of power is short term
When the welcome is gone
It is better to go gracefully

the indian beggar

The Indian beggar
Sitting at the corridor
Of shop houses
One leg gone

He looks well-fed
With cleaned clothing
Maybe he is there
Just to earn some pocket money

He doesn't look
The hopeless type
With dirty and unkempt hair
He looks like he has a home

Maybe he wants to solicit sympathy
Look I have lost one leg
Take pity on me and give me some cash”
But we know about syndicate groups

The Indian beggar
He will get some money
With the kind hearted souls
Walking by the corridor of shops

Pas has shown its colour

Pas has shown its colour
Through its members tweets
The Malay supremacy flow
In the nation of many races

The racist thought amongst the members
Believing that is the way to achieve dominance
The party struggles will remain as a dream
When the world views are changing

Though we hear other Pas members
They don't subscribe to that view
They don't believe in Malay supremacy
As God has made everyone equal in his image

Now this pro-Malay supremacy group
Joining new Amno they don't feel ashamed
They will clap hands to taste the cherry
In the end they will fall like dead wood

Pakatan Rakyat grouping will survive
DAP and PKR can battle it on
Inviting the friendly members from Pas
Who subscribe to the spirit of equality

The end is a new beginning
It is better to see Pas behaviour now
The PR charter they forget
The principles they don't preach