Wednesday, January 28, 2015

the day and time wait for nobody


The day and time wait for nobody
Everyday it comes and goes
We like it or not it doesn't matter
The clock clicking without our consent

We plan our lives or we are free agent
The day and time will just move on
When the day comes of our old age
Will we have enough to survive?

The day and time never tell
In silent mode it makes its day
We are the ones to make our harvest
Plant our crops watered it and wait

The day will come
The retirement will hit the ground
Do we have enough to live through?
The day and time wait for nobody

there is no way to run



There is no way to run
The costs will ring up in our ears
No matter what the government says
Its ministers never read the ground

Nothing will stay stationary
It always moves upwards
Even moving laterally the changes will run
The business people will make the hit

Look at what the government behaves
Outsource maids recruitment exercise
The fee jumped to $250 from $15
The Indonesian maids will not be arriving

What are the bloated civil servants do?
So many outsource to private companies
So they have long tea breaks or meetings
Services to the people will be affected

The pocket will punch many holes
The daily surviving tools will be dented
There is no way to run
The costs will ring up in our ears

the play never ended for the fall guys


Piah Samad cries
The old lady prays hard
She just couldn't believe
Sirul could do such a thing

He must have taken order
Blew to pieces the Mongolian beauty
Until all traces couldn't be traced
Now the Federal Court judges ruled

There was no order to commit murder
Sirul and Azilah acted on their own
They are highly trained police officers
They would carry orders without questions

The questions remain
The judges never even say
No immigration records
How could that be?

Now Sirul waiting
In the land of Oz knowing his fate
He has to wait for many years
Before he can land on his home again

It is better Sirul say his piece
In foreign press there is a way for him
Tell his story and who ordered the hit
The play hasn't ended in his conviction


mr handy man


Mr Handy man
You carry your small bag
Of tools you show it
From town to town you say
You hardly make sense
You want to screw
But you don't learn it how
You shoot it at the wrong place
Mr Handy man
You never make a good living
You try to make it looks good
But you turn yourself into a joke
Alone you will not make the mark
With your carrying tools of like minded ways
What else is new in your head?
Mr Handy man
You better stay at home
Learn how to cook instead
You want to screw
But you don't learn it how



















Tuesday, January 27, 2015

when there is no wrong


When there is no wrong
There will not be a protest
We have seen the ills of the nation
The people can't take sleeping away

We have to stop the fall
Before the nation goes under
On the heavy debts burden
Bee Anne makes us suffer in pain

Belt tightening Bee Anne preaches
In its own turf they spend it all
The merrymaking among the connections
As if tomorrow will come in clean bill of health

The Auditor General's report
It never paints a favourable picture
The wastage of funds blowing into the drain
And nothing will be done to put the culprits in custody

When there is no wrong
There will not be a protest
The parade on the streets
The parade in the minds


hey prime minister


Hey prime minister
Rome is burning silently
And you go globe trotting
Obviously you know something
You will not stay on in your job
You want to enjoy the perks
Leaving your marks you think you will
Rome is burning silently
You don't say to put a stop

Silence means you have agreed
You support the groups making seditious speeches
And you don't make the connections
As you go globe trotting
Hey prime minister
Don't go hiding away
Show you have the balls
Hit the gong and do it fairly

Rome is burning silently
As the agents of destructions coming in
Recruiting the weak into ranks
Obviously they want to destroy
Hello prime minister
It is time you stay back home
Tackle the issues right away
Don't flip flop at every turn
Hey prime minister
Do you listen?
Obviously you forget
You want to fly in the sky


the spider


The web of long shadows
The white thin thread spreading out
Hooking up to branch to branch
Hanging there in camouflage

The blinded insects flying
Oozing with confident in the air
With speed whispering in its antenna
They look confident in every part

Once it hits the soft netting
The faces of fear of wings entangle with it
Struggling to get free but failed miserably
As the spider running down quickly

The insects only stare in agony
Struggling feverishly to get free
The spider only watches with watery eyes
You are mine in my cage”

isis militant is scratch and win



Isis militant is scratch and win
The promises of the pyramid way of life
Enslaving the weak into its cage
Once you are in you are doomed

Belief in a faith
Yet going out to kill
The religion showing compassion
No force should be used

Isis militants talk in different values
You scratch but you never win
You are at a loss on the field
Listening to the call but darkness fall

The promise of paradise
Death on the ground
What's there to show?
God says you are a fool

God kept His promise
Those thousands years ago
He sent his prophets
Now is the cultivating of good deeds

God never appoint any one
The fake prophets smell the doom
Better walk away and forget about them
God will rain stones and fire


the ugly faces



The ugly faces
It seems to occur regularly
In the political landscape
As we struggle to live everyday

The freedom to practice one's religion
It has been abused quite often
Article 3 and 11 of our Constitution
The judges should stand firm on it

Don't base judgement on a faith
It has to do with the law and Constitution
This is the foundation for the nation
Without it the troubles will be brewing

The Isis militants branding its way
They have recruited the weak link to a cause
Bring it as a shame to a religion
That the police must really bring it down

The violent protest on Jelatek project
Led by a group of racist mob
Afraid to mix around with other races
Saying they want exclusiveness to their race

The police must take immediate action
They can't close an eye and wait
There shouldn't be pick and choose
Show it without fear or favours

The ugly faces
Painting in our midst
As we struggle to live everyday
We don't need the hammering in


Monday, January 26, 2015

the old small traders



The old small traders
They will adapt in changing times
They know they have to survive
A little hiccup part of life

Though they may not be computer savvy
They will find ways to make it work
Go back to manual recording
It may not be very accurate

If the taxman wants his cut
He has to come in to help
He can't be knocking at doors
Thinking everything will be fine

No Sirs..old dogs still need training
It may take a longer time to do
Old age doesn't been they are incompetent
In business the money will make them survive

when they were young




When they were young
They fell in love
Like a wink of an eye
The pieces fell into play

The social dilemma
The faith of different religions
It stuck out as a hindrance
As lovers they couldn't understand

For months the lovers tried
The loving world in their eyes
They tried to brave the storm
Of society objections

In the wink of an eye
The lovers were left to go alone
Into the world of racial prejudices
Leaving them no choice but to surrender

Into the different world they went
They would not see each other again
Until one woke up to find the missing link
The lover came trying to link to the past

When they were young
They fell in love
Like a wink of an eye
The pieces fell into play


no permanent enmity


Political foes
No permanent enmity
Once there is common ground
They strike a deal

The subtle ways
The politicians will bargain
Out of sight
The deals are quietly executed

Political enemies
They will come together
Share common platforms
Carrying out tasks of common good

Though they will argue
Calling names and what's not
In the end they have teas

Strike a deal that's that

drive with caution


Drive with caution
On the road that is
Eyes must be full alert
The body functions stay calm

The drivers of today
They don't use signal indicators
They just brake and turn
The entry they want to do

They don't think of other drivers
Along the same road driving
Suddenly you see them turning
No prior indication of the move

Accidents happen
The careless drivers
The speeding impatient F!
Zooming past wheels seem to fly

Deaths on the road
The crying will be too late
Lives have been lost
What's there to say?

Stay alert on driving
Road accidents do happen
Eyes and mind in full coordination
Don't be a statistic on the road

the local councils elections



The local councils elections
Unless we change the present government
Else we don't see the light of day
Of Pas better put it in the bin

Pas has lost all credibilities
With its present president
He never brings Pas its glory
It will be put in the back seat

Though it may stay in Pakatan
The day will come it has to go
The people will reject it
For its flip flop on political decisions

The recent outburst on local elections
It shows its president veering to Amno baru
It has been said many years ago
This man I think will bring the party to its knees

Currently the local councils members
They are political appointees
They don't show their faces
Even here I don't even know them