Kampong Tengah
The races live well together
Houses scattered in the village
Some on long houses
Life then was peaceful
Weather was cool enough greens around
The trees planted and bamboo trees
Years gone without unwarranted incidents
Occasionally the gangs fought
Over territories and misunderstanding
Then the police detectives came
Roughing the bad and good guys
In broad day light police brutality
Of those years ago in the village
With Black Maria fetching them to prison
Parents cried seeing sons gone.......
Other than that life was peaceful
In the evening watching cars and lorries
Motorbikes and bicycles passing through
Pretty girls on bicycles the wolf whistling
You could see their monkey faces
As they cycled passed the boys...
The fun by the roadside.....
Then the night market walking
Going to town
It was a short walk away
Of the cinema and hawkers' stalls
Picked the choices the thriving business
Slowly developments encroaching
The faces of the village and town changed
The rustic village life would be gone
Once the government moved in....
The gangs moved away
Some were put under Restricted Residence
In time friends I knew all moved away
Leaving the memories fading too with time
The girl that we tried to make friend
She eventually got married and moved away
Into a brick house about 3 km from the old village
When the village destroyed all lives changed
The races live well together
Houses scattered in the village
Some on long houses
Life then was peaceful
Weather was cool enough greens around
The trees planted and bamboo trees
Years gone without unwarranted incidents
Occasionally the gangs fought
Over territories and misunderstanding
Then the police detectives came
Roughing the bad and good guys
In broad day light police brutality
Of those years ago in the village
With Black Maria fetching them to prison
Parents cried seeing sons gone.......
Other than that life was peaceful
In the evening watching cars and lorries
Motorbikes and bicycles passing through
Pretty girls on bicycles the wolf whistling
You could see their monkey faces
As they cycled passed the boys...
The fun by the roadside.....
Then the night market walking
Going to town
It was a short walk away
Of the cinema and hawkers' stalls
Picked the choices the thriving business
Slowly developments encroaching
The faces of the village and town changed
The rustic village life would be gone
Once the government moved in....
The gangs moved away
Some were put under Restricted Residence
In time friends I knew all moved away
Leaving the memories fading too with time
The girl that we tried to make friend
She eventually got married and moved away
Into a brick house about 3 km from the old village
When the village destroyed all lives changed
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