The political rats
They whisper; they run; they hide
Away from the public cats
Ever watchful eyes searching for the cheats
In the dark shadow of pillars
The corridors give them shelter to plunder
The boxes of cheese in the locked storage rooms
They whisper, they run; they hide
The stage of opera shows
The actors and actresses flow
The drama unfolding of stories
Of Bukit Merah once with toxic waste
Now in Gebeng it crosses
The childish political prince rat thundered
He never reads history of the toxic waste
It will make the State in darkness
The political rats
They whisper; they run; they hide
Dig up the gold of golden cheese
Run to jet plane flying away
Leaving the marks
Of toxic waste for people living behind
They will suffer the agony of pain
Their lives will be forever changed!
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