The Cyclone waves
The magic of doom arrives
On the doors of UMNO
The leaders don’t see it that way
Huddle together
Arguing drawing strategies
Listing out what they get
The spiral storm circulating strong
The ‘pension’ leaders quit
Running while they have the land
Underneath tunnels they build
This is the day they have to go
They saw the dark clouds
They know what it will be
Only the sleeping beauty and his cronies
Eyes full of greed seeing the pot of corridors
Glittering sparkles blinded their eyes
And the little monkey
Drumming up his antics and hidden agendas
The road to his kingdom
He wants it so badly……….
Until he is willing to sacrifice
Any body to achieve his aim
The rattling windows
The huge storm brewing
When they realize what hit them
They get star struck
Eyes full of fear of the unknown
The dark circles loom
The fallen leaves scattered
They can’t hold onto the branches
The parasites too let go
Knowing it has lasted that long
The people know
God has finally made His moves
We can rejoice
UMNO will crack
Malaysia will be free
Of race base parties
And the ills it brings
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