Red sunset in Pangkor
The moving clouds waving its displeasure
Of the pirates hopping to the mainland
Leaving the island open for others
The day the ship set sail
The omen of poor judgement prevail
Gunning for the pot of gold
Where evil dwells to take souls
The quiet life in Pangkor
Tourists flock in to sunbathing
Romance on the secluded beach
Life running quietly through
Yet the pirates want more
The wealth on the island
Limited to a few
No power to call
The pirates better return
On the mainland isn't the pot of gold
It is on the island where tourists arrived
Splashing money for services rendered
Will the pirates listen?
The call of home
Else they will be gone
When the mainlanders dance
The red sunset
The bad omen
Of doing things in the wrong way
The pirates better go home
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