the sins of bee anne

The sins of Bee Anne

The shadows poking at them

The leaders in the coalition

They can't sleep easily

The former prime minister

Instead of living his life in retirement

He is poking at his foes

He is worried when Pakatan takes over

He is throwing red herring

The people have known his trade

Once he was in power

He would jail his opponents

Now the old man is afraid

The jail house he is trying to escape

The sins of Bee Anne

He can't hide it or sweep under the carpet

He should understand

The country needs change badly

No party should stay for decades

Sabah RCI finally opened the can of worms

So it was the massive fraud

Granting citizens to illegals

On condition they voted Bee Anne

Now it is in the open

He is blaming Anwar

He doesn't blame himself

Again throwing his red herring

The country has no choice

She has to change the party

The people should wake up now

1Malaysia is just a fraud to cheat our minds!

the attitude of houseowners

The back lanes

In the housing estates

The houseowners

They don't care

They think it is public

Let the town council or city hall do

The workers should do the job

Clearing the rubbish and cutting grass

It just takes the houseowners

A mere 10 minutes to make the effort

The back lanes can be cleared and clean

Every one should play a part

It is the mentality and attitude

Why the back lanes are dirty and unkempt

It is on the social structure of society

How they are brought up and educated

The back lanes

Some owners put up potted plants

They blocked up the lanes!

Don't they see the hazard they cause?

The back lanes

The thieves and robbers like to come

They know they can freely climb up

Nobody will say or shout

the colours change

Life will keep changing

It's like the traffic flow

The colours change

The stop, look and go

The core values

It doesn't need to change

It's the foundation

Where the spider's web spread

It touches people

Every one comes into contact

The shared of similarity and views

It is the way to run the race

Along the way

The spider's web may have to break

The new ones will come into existence

It's like the traffic flow -stop, look and go

the marks of dots

The marks of dots

Izzy the busy pastry apprentice chef

Putting on her final touches

With flakes on her cheeks

The game of fun

Running here and there

The baking oven heating

Izzy hopping a kangaroo

It's her final day holiday

Before her school life takes over

By then she has to learn 1,2,3

A, B, C go and collect her cookies

Now she sits on a chair

The satisfaction on her face

She forgets to wipe it away

The marks of her mischievious antics

The first day in school

She will meet the faces she never knows

True to herself she will make many friends

Then she has the excuse for more cookies back home

the election rolls

The election rolls

It is never cleaned

The dubious names

The ruling regime put in

Pakatan Rakyat had said

In many instances of the tainted rolls

The EC chairman giving lame excuses

He has lost his right to sit on the chair

The RCI in Sabah

The games finally said in the open

The illegals became instant bumiputras

The legitimate citizens became second class

On that score

We could say the past elections

It was a massive fraud from the ruling regime

It had no business to manage the Nation

Now in Selangor

The same operations are carrying on

The EC and concerted parties

They don't want to clean up the election rolls

Now the true Malaysians

We have the right to make the change

Bee Anne has to go

Let the new party clean up the mess

the pretty smile

The small UFO

Flying around in the room

Izzy and her friends

They tilt heads to watch

The small aircraft

Flying upside down

They are curious

“What's that?”

“It's the dragon fly

It is so small in the big world”

“It is a small balloon

We blow up to the room”

They laugh

When they see their images

“Our faces in the mirror

It laughs back at us”

“Now girls don't try to imagine

Smile to the camera len.......

Be natural and say cheese”

Click and they are in the small mirror

we make it our own

It is time for the change

We don't have to feel afraid

The unknown is just a phrase

We don't have to fall for it

The Bee Anne publicity machines

The news will keep pounding our minds

“Vote for opposition vote for chaos”

The big baby crying for his milk

We know it isn't true

Bee Anne sits on the chair

Its leaders never learn to manage

They just want the goods for their own

It is time for the change

The country needs it so are her people

We don't have to feel afraid

We have to make it our own

sebastien playing bond

The small J. Bond

We hear you saying

With sunglass covering eyes

The Bond from Ozzy

Sebastien holds up his hands

Flying down from the sky

Look at his determination

The crooks are running scared

“Hey guys I am not Bond

I am Sebastien Webb

Don't you want to play?

See I hold up my hands”

Izzy the M

Sneaking from behind

“You have a mission

Is to walk the floor”

“Nope I need Q

The gadgets I must have

I don't want the crooks to run away

I want to stick them ”

Sebatien looks at the floor

The squares and patches...

He sees it all in shades

Izzy keeps watching him at his back

walking in the back lane

Walking in the back lane

The dim light and shadows

You hear the silence

The quiet lane whispering

You see dogs sniffing

Maybe about left over food

Maybe finding a place to urine

The marks which the dogs leave behind

Sometimes there are cats

Many of them meowing away

The heat of the season

The parade in the night

Occasionally cars may pass by

Revving up the noise in the quiet night

The low voices of the occupants

It's the back lane of shadows and light

you make your own choice

Why worry about words?

It is there to make a statement

It is there to make a choice

It is doesn't influence anybody

Unless you are swayed by it

As long as you hold it through

You believe in what you do

Words will just be like that

It rings you some melodies

It never says it wants you to change

It just tells you of the wonderful dreams

It can make it up in your mind

You change because you want to

Words don't bring it to you

It is your own free will

You make your choice

Why worry about words?

Are you afraid it takes your life?

It never will be as long as you understand

Words are guidelines to pursue your dreams

there is no closure yet

The child dead and gone

In the watery grave for days

Before he was found

Decomposition had set

Now the loose ends

The rumours spread

Abusing the child

The bad luck he brought

The medium consulted

Before the news hit the nation

The police will relook the evidence

The statements many need answers

The parents should come clean

The 7 years old boy will give his view

Of how his brother was gone....

Until then the theories spread

the snakes in the box

Pas members

The snakes in the box

The sword should pierce and slice

Let these back stabbers go

These leaders want to forge unity

For their political convenience

It is the street of shining gold

It isn't about helping the people

The snakes in different colours

They will poison the change

They want to remain the same

The polluted water and game

Pas has to wake up

The changing speed waits for nobody

The party leaders should pay close scrutiny

About what they say and preach

The echoes will hit back

When the sound makes a return

Do the right thing always

The party interests should be last

the shadow of treachery

The Afican mamba hisses

Crawling silently on the wall

It comes from a far continent

Now staying cool waiting for its victims

Once it bites

Chances to survive

You can dream on it

You can hear the bell ringing

The colours changing

The black hole of falling grace

Once you fall into its pit

There is no escape

So it is best to remember

Bring a spear or a knife

Along the way under the dark shadow

You will never know the bites..

the sparrows

The sparrows on the roof

The tweeting morning and afternoon

They fly around sometimes hang on cables

Viewing the bird focus

Once they were many

Hopping around the garden

Picking up insects to feed

The birdies hatched under the roof tiles

Too much tweeting

It never is good

For a long while the cats watching

How to catch the birds

One day there were feathers

In the garden of its fallen birds

Now the sparrows distance away

The smell of cats roaming the roof

the wagons on publicity

The hitting wagons

The show is going on

The Bee Anne publicity

There will be more in the news

We hear the king of frogs

He doesn't lie low

Though the floods came

He managed to stay afloat

“Burning Bibles”

He has played his card

He knows he can't get into trouble

The law will not touch him

This is the set piece

The king of frogs are set free

Others who say that

The police will come swiftly

For the king of frogs

The police just take a tortoise walk

It is a phone call to talk

The law never reaches the fire

Then we have a state mufti

Wearing a cloth of religion

He spins his view on politics

Instead of calming his followers

He never learns history

He just wants to play with fire

Years ago he did the same thing

For that he got a Federal title

The majority know the shackles

The calm and practical minds to reason

The game these dimwit religious-political leaders say

We aren't the fools for we have eyes and minds to know

When the regime is falling

The underlings will do silly things

It has happened in stories of history

There is no different with Bee Anne

For the next 60 days

The wagons of publicity begins

Now is the cash hand out

The smile on camera

the night life

You have your life in your time

You climb hills and race in the city

The night life make you craze for it

The women of many nationalities

When many are asleep in the night

You make your day spend all in the glow

Of the glittering lights and boom beats

You feel so good and alive

You feel the life bursting speed

You want it all but you know

It's all about money in the night

Without it there is nothing to smile

Women of many beauty

You see them you hunger for the nights

They warm up your mind

They make you come alive

When the night is over

You are as alone as before

You walk back to your car

Wave to the empty night

You drive away

The night of free traffic

You empty your pockets

There is no warm glow in your mind

the wayward parents

The wayward parents

They forget when they go shopping

They glue their eyes to the goods

They shut out others when they look

The missing children

They have boundless energy

They are curious to see things

The display on the shops...

They will go to have a peek

Thinking they are at homes

The adventures they will play

The curiosity make them go

When they are gone

The wayward parents start to panic

They search high and low

In the crowd it takes just a few seconds

The tears will flow

It will not help the situation

The children have gone

When parents forget to play like hawks

In the crowded malls

The syndicate runners keep watch

They are humans but no compassion

Their lives are buried in the hot cauldron

They keep a look out

For the unprotected children

Once they lure them

It is goodbye

The wayward parents

We see them in the malls

When will they become hawks?

The predators are hunting

Don't take your eyes away from the kids

Watch your children as you take them shopping

Let's your eyes see wide through every place

You never will know what lapse concentration do

a straight road to paradise

I never want you to go

I know I have my faults

I stay out late at night

I forget you on my way out

The nights life has its share

The neon lights keep me coming back

You keep telling me not to forget

I lose it when I am in the night club

In the nights of the pretty women

I fall for the faked smiles and physical

The women keep me company for a while

The moments my pockets are empty.....

I have no use to them

They don't smile to me

They don't glance my way

I am alone to play my loneliness

I drink my beers

I drown myself in sorrow and pain

The money I have couldn't buy me

A straight road to paradise

I don't want you to go

I have learned my lessons well

The girlie bars and GRO

They are there for pockets of money

lack of compassion

The mother and daughter

They were chase out of rented apartment

When they couldn't pay rent

The apartment dwellers show lack of compassion

The landlord couldn't take it

Owing him 3 months rent

He forced them to leave

Without a place to go

The belongings spread on the ground floor

The sad of affairs came to light in newspaper

We helped the poor in other countries

Our own we forgot to lend a hand

Charity must begin at home

We don't see it happen often

It is politics of image building

Back home who want to write?

Now a temple offered them

A temporary shelter to stay

Life in the city of Kuala Lumpur

And its surrounding areas....

It is dog eating dog world

The people living there should stop and think

A little help will carry them a long way

But compassion is missing in the city

it is a fight we have to change

It has become clear

The divide and rule

The elites and the common people

The Bee Anne and Pakatan

When the mouth piece says

Hitting the seditious circuits

The police will not take action

The home minister will keep quiet

What's more the prime minister

He is busy trying to play the good guy

The baggage he carries nobody can touch

The sins of his weight carrying him down

The publicity going around

The words keep trying to shore up their images

They think we will not know the truth?

It isn't the day of newspapers and televisions

We are wiser now

It is a fight we have to change

We can't let Bee Anne win

It's enough of its time

the jetty of hope

You walk on the jetty

The wind blowing your hair

Covering your face with cool fresh air

You smile pieces of glow in the mind

Somebody's wheel of fortune

The wait and hope finally ends

The crowd of people jostling along

You walk with ease carrying your bag

Underneath the splashing waves

The cool ripples making the sign

You stop for a while to see

Nature has her way to teach

The hurrying people

They walk quickly away

The destination has arrived

The sea of faces and eyes

You look through the crowd

He stands there leaning on the wall

Aiming his photographic shots

Taking pictures as many as he wishes

The voices of the crowd

The silence in your mind

The eyes glow and a wide smile

Who cares? You have arrived!

the simple life gone

The simple life

It has gone

You never know

What's like

Living as easy flow

When there is nothing to fear

Sharing the chores living in the free

The cool fresh air

The whirring cool breezes

The simple life

It never comes again

The big jaws come

It takes away the simple folks

Living in the simple life

You can only see the faces

Living in the memories of a time

It's called progress

The simple life

It has changed the landscape

The wheels of greed

The pollution of the minds

About the simple life

It has gone