the bad circle

The Old Man used ISA

Unleashed it to silence his critics

The political opponents in Kamunting

He believed he could stay

The divide and rule

The racial policies enriching a race

There is no shame in broad daylight

Forgetting we are one family

The Old Man cried

The race never progressed

He saw only the favoured high

The majority still lived in struggling lives

The greed and corruption high

The ground of the low society never got it

The people still struggled to live

Crimes gone up

The Old Man left the stage

On the ground he still hammers in

He doesn't like his legacy to disappear

For decades he wanted it stay

Now ISA gone

But elements of it in the new Act

Though the bite is less protective

The critics and opponents have a right

But the present leader

He uses the Sedition Act 1948

The old Colonial law he promised to throw away

He uses it on his critics and opponents

The old wounds come to light

The people don't like it all

We remember what happened

We don't want to go back again

Many political opponents are canned

Even a secondary school boy got in

Even a like on a Facebook page

The Sedition Act will stamp its mark