the darkness run 16

Then you turn pages
Of newspapers writing
In small prints it wrote
“National external debt $362billion”

How did the debt keep piling up?
What happen to the black gold?
The ruling peacock hasn't come out transparent
Issuing statements clouding the eyes

The rise of a race
The ruling peacock plays
Parading the racist slogans
When it is a multiracial nation

Yet the majority race
Backbone weak refusing the heavy loads
They want the spoon feed of gold
The lighted colours blinding eyes

They think they belong
On this land of many races
History has shown they aren't
They should live as one of the nation

You close your eyes
Transporting back to Parameswara
The Indian prince who came to Malacca
Founded the Malacca Sultanate

In her heydays
Trade and religion prosper
Of regions came to ply
Of Hang Tuah and Hang Li Poh

The traders, craftsmen
Money changers, fortune hunters
Clashes of power struggles
Of love and betrayal

The stories of those decades
Written in history what it was
Helmed by playwrights let the story came
Through the ages of blood and tears

The National External Debt
It sends a trembling voice within
The rope seems shortening
Of the peacock and people stupidity