the dark lord

The dark lord

On his horse looking to the valley

He didn't feel sad or anything

He managed to scrape through

The villagers had revolted

He managed to escape by nick of time

His dark knights slayed by the entrapment

There was no mercy from the villagers

For decades the villagers endured

The high taxes and costs of living high

Whatever produced gone to his stockpile

The villagers had enough of his lordship

When bandits came nobody could escape

The villagers were at their mercy

They demanded payments for protection

When they appealed to the dark lord...

He ignored them totally

So the villagers had enough

They united and put up defences

So when the dark lord came..

The villagers attacked

The dark lord was shock

He couldn't believe his eyes

He saddled up and rode away quickly

Now high on his castle ground

His eyes felt the worst to come

He didn't bother about the villagers

That was his mistake..

the dog on the chain 2

The dog on the chain

Running along the roads

Dragging the chain

The owner never bothers

Sometimes the black dogs

Chasing the dog on the chain

The animal's territory

No outsiders should cross

The loud barking

Sometimes engagement of dog fight

The loser will run away

The dog on the chain

Taking a break outside the fight

The dog on the chain staring at his defeat

The chain ties around its neck

The eyes searching for a sanctuary

the proud peacock

The proud peacock

On the borrowed time

The moment will come

The knife will fly

The clouds sunny and fine

The sea calm and quiet

Look deeper into the blue

The rushing undercurrent prevails

No doubt the facades

The nice smile and colourful lies

Prompting the citizens to go high

Only the structures are termites infested

It will collapse

In the process of the elements

Now the peacock spreads its wings

“Look at me I am on high!”

the heavy loads

The heavy loads

On the roads

The big lorries

The long trailers

They rock the roads

The menacing faces

The hot wheels running

'Don't you dare challenge me!”

On the trunk roads

They cause potholes

When they come

Better move aside

The traffic rules

They will try to avoid

The sand lorries

Spilling pebbles

Now the reactionary moves

No entry on peak hours in the cities

Will the enforcement officers work?

In the hot sun, smog and noises?

It has to change

The top to the bottom

The heavy loads

We will pay for the wrong choice

money

What is money?

The craze of the mind

Believing it can bring

The joyous good time

The exchanges of a traffic

The goods and services arrive

The easy life the dream of many

But what is money?

The mind never let go

It is the craze for many

The crying in the sleep

Dreaming of the good life

Don't get carried away

Money can't make everything beautiful

It is only good when life is breathing

It is still better to do good deeds

The small ways

The good which comes its day

Everyday words and encouragement

It makes the journey easy

bamboo river

Bamboo River

The crowd gather to light

The solidarity for a common cause

Without fear of the darkness

The whisper of the night

The gathering of candles light

The crowd never seems afraid

Of the blues with the net

The dark rules

The night of stars and moon

The common goal to defend

The offensive rules of intimidation

Bamboo River

The swift flow of its sound

The night shadows with candles light

The support for a common sight

the indelible remarks easy to blow away

We can still sleep

The world goes on living

The dreams of a fair deal

The dreams of rights

Through history the people suffered

In the hands of crooked governments and tyrannies

For decades the masses suffered in sorrow and pain

Praying in unity for divine intervention

When all seemed lost in their eyes

Along came the light and salvation

The decades of suffering forgotten

The joy and freedom to be free

In this Nation a setback in the general election

The majority in popular votes didn't form the government

It is through gerrymandering the minority rules

Yet there is still hope breathing for change

The court cases coming in

We will hear what EC has to say

The indelible remarks easy to blow away

The credibility has all gone

the blues be fair

The intimidation

The police hard to hear

The voices of the people

Let's us be civil and fair

The blues wake up

You aren't paid by the warlords

You are paid by the people

Do us a fair job without fear or favour

Why take so long to bring

The cronies belonging to the ruling elites?

Many police reports had filed

The blues never drive to investigate

The public has known

The double standard the blues go

The opponents will be dragged and charged

Under Sedition Act so quickly

The other side of the coin

The blues never want to go

Afraid to step on the political master?

The public has known long ago

The blues be fair

Do us a favour

Listen to the people

Bring back the honour

go holiday

Go holiday

Bonding with children

Visit friends and relatives

Enjoy the tourist spots

If you can't go

Of reasons of health or money

Holiday at home

Surf the net to keep abreast

Maybe read story books

Read books of science and developments

Exercise your mind to make it active

Day dreaming if you think you like

Go holiday

It can be anywhere anytime

As long as you don't get tired

As long as you can refresh your body needs

the day of black

The day of black

It will never go away

As long as there is a reason

The crooked ways

The blues can muscle in

Waxing its muscles flexing its arrogance

When crimes are many unsolved

They don't want to know

It's the political blues

The record player for the ruling elites

Playing back the same old songs

They forget the people know it by repetition

The day of black

The memory will stay back

The day will come for change

The people will never forget

the elements of time

The hard wooden pole

It stands the heat of the sun and time

The years of rain and sunlight

It never cries but holds it steady

The contraction begins

The hairline cracks appear

Though it looks artistic

The broken lines on its body

The timber paint frayed

With the onslaught of heat and rain

It stands challenging of the hardened weather

Of time it takes its toll

Now roll a new coat of paint

It takes the shine for another good day

The heat and rain will come in no time

The wooden pole stands steady once more

it is better to be late

Why go in a hurry?

Why don't wait for a time?

As long as you don't cheat

Telling no lies

Impatience brings tragedy

For a few seconds make a difference

Hold the horses smile at the greedy

The dark angels wanting souls in ready

The tragedy on the river

It shouldn't have happened

If the operator knows what will happen

If the authority keeps a close watch

Impatience and greed

In a hurry to get to destination

The people don't stop and think

The death current makes the killing

Why forget safety?

It is always better be late then be sorry

We don't have many lives to live

Once we forget is the end of the road

sabah illegals

Sabah illegals

The authorities dare not go

On the island of squatters

They stay as they wish

Taking jobs to live

They go freely

The police and immigration

Nobody wants to lift a finger

I saw the living conditions

Right in the centre of town

The illegals live freely

Enjoying the benefits

It is said it was the work of Bee Anne

And the partners those decades ago

Allowing them to stay put

Allowing them to vote

Now the past haunting Bee Anne

The illegals currying favours for themselves

The silence of treason wanting to forget

The population of illegals can't escape

The Sabah RCI digs up the dirty work

The witnesses told what they did

The culprits must be charged for treason

They are still living on this land

the election petitions

The election petitions

The filing will be done

In June Pakatan Rakyat

The challenging of the rules

Though the courts

We know what it will be

The brave souls are wanting

In the game of political wills

Taking oath of office

Will the judges come to our rescue?

The long dark road to intimidation

Will the defenders show their worth?

The rules of the game

The Constitution shouldn't fail

The laws serving the political warlords

The judges should do the right way

paa act

PAA Act

A new skin with old rules

Born it out in midnight oil

Passing in a hurry

It goes against the Constitution

The peaceful assembly enshrined for the people

Any grievances or dissatisfactions to assemble peacefully

Now it takes away our rights

We have to give notice 10 days

Before any such event is staged or organized

It defeats the purpose of on the spot assembly

The rights of the people taken away

The judges who hear the cases

The police charge the opposition

Though there is a rule just to notify the police

The rights of peaceful assembly must be fulfilled

The judges must be honest

They swear and to uphold the Constitution

To do the right thing to safe guard our rights

Throw out the cases for undermining the Constitution

note -peaceful assembly act

the dog on the chain

The dog on the chain

Dragging it along the streets

Feeling free to go anywhere

The sound of freedom

Sniffing along the houses

Wagging its tail eyes looking

As if telling “Look I am free!”

Then the dog runs away

To the open field

Thinking dog friends he will meet

The unfriendly black dogs charging

“This is our turf and go away!”

The dog on the chain

The first setback of running free

The horizon of unfriendly dogs

What's freedom after all?

let the light burning

The good and bad cop routine

It has come to play in Bee Anne

The letting loose of the hot tongues

The words split some hairs on the ground

The people are the bosses

Picking them to run the Nation

The people pay them through their taxes

They turn around harassing the people

The police pick and choose

Possibly to please the political master

Picking up the opposition members

Fighting crimes they don't chase

With the political opponents

The police want to score

Yet the crimes going up

Every day on the ground

The change has not come

The majority lost in democracy

The fight will go to court

Until then let the light burning

the top down arrogance

The tough measures

Intimidating the people

Work for the job

Don't talk down to us

Don't forget

You aren't there by your choice

So know your duty

It's the people and Nation

Somehow Amno leaders forget

The other partners too......

They think they have the mandate

With a minority popular votes

Democracy is listening

Allowing dissents to share the stage

You aren't there by yourself

It's the people who decide

don't hang a picture on the wall

The abusing husbands

The abusing wives

There is no way to start

Building homes on relationships

The sorrow and pain

The tears keep falling

In silence feeling the blues

The physical scars the shame to go

The changing the way

It will never happen

As the abusing wagon will return

The bumpy rides the shouting matches

It is a sickness of the mind

The craze of power over the weak

Instilling fear through abusing methods

Building homes will collapse

Love is a two way process

Helping and caring for each other growth

Building up a strong foundation of a home

Enjoying the fruits of labour when it is done

the 4 horses

There will be rich

There will be poor

There will be homeless

There will be helpers

There will be laugher

There will be joy

There will be crying

There will be sadness

Look around us

The dark angels stalking

The light angels walking

Watching each other's boundary

There will be pawn

In all religious matters

Look around us

Some just go overboard

We pray for our salvation

In the open; in private homes

Do we change for the better?

Look around us there's the answer

We listen we read

Our lives on this Earth

Look around us

The four horses riding along

once it was sweet

Once it was sweet

The lovers shared all they could

There was no boundary in relationships

Everything was cozy and beautiful

The intimate romance

The streaming videos and photographs

It was erotic and romantic

The lovers wanted to last a life time

When the cracks appeared

The lovers got all worked out

Cheating and lies in the relationships

Slowly the little worms ate the trust

In no time the lovers gone

They went on different routes

The past would get caught with them

Then blackmail came the misery

The women wanted to save dignity

Now married or into another relationship

The blackmailers didn't care the consequences

They wanted the juicy money to come along

There are many out there

Living in fear of the past

What they did falling in love

When love gone wrong the misery came

you don't want to be a statistic

Be very afraid walking on the streets

There are rapists, robbers and thieves

They stay around watching the scenes

Listening to the sound of humans talking

The gossips ring in the air

The echo passing to their ears

They are the crooks watching for easy preys

Walking on the streets stay alert with senses active modes

Walk on the crowded streets

Walk facing the traffic

You want to see what's going on

You don't want to be a statistic

Drving alone on the roads

Highways or through alleys

Watch out for the fake mechanics

They may want to kidnap for ransom

Maybe for ulterior motives

The women will score higher price

In the underworld of gangsters

The fast money to exchange hands

Don't walk with heads bending down

Clicking your fingers on tablets and handphones

Be aware of your surrounding crossing the streets

You don't want to be a statistic

the statutory rape

The statutory rape

The guys shouldn't get free

Going through the loopholes

Marrying the victims

The cases will be forgotten

When it is a crime

The law has to take its course

No matter what bargaining chips

The rapists shouldn't go free

Even in Islamic law

The rapists shouldn't be legalized

By marrying the victims

The laws shouldn't let rapists go free

There must be punishment to suit the crimes

The men have to wake up crimes don't pay

the black in our minds

the blacks in klang valley
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The black in our minds

The day the majority loses

No matter how much we want to win

The reality is the gerrymandering

The public protests

The waving of the black tees

Bee Anne smiling behind backdoors

Knowing they get the cherry

This is the last call

The people aren't satisfied

The institutions have failed

The people want them replaced

In the next few months

The rumour of more arrest

The minds are in black

The majority will stage protest