The
water flow
The
bridge the old man looks
The
twilight of his life
He
looks at different angles
Once
he remembered
The
clear water with fishes
When
he was young walking on the bridge
The
decades of his timeNo
Once
it was cool
The
environment was clean
The
air quality was excellent
The
national integration a harmony for the eyes
Now
he returns
The
bridge is still there
The
water is murky
The
polluted river flows
Merdeka
hasn't made him
He
knows about the losses of the nation
The
decades under the same party rule
The
bad history; the lost of freedom
Now
he prays
For
the change
Like
the water polluted and brownish
Though
the water flow easily...
Merdeka
the spirit has frayed
Years
ago when race became
He
looks at the water
Time
we take back our destiny
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