rose chan

Rose Chan

The strip queen of a time

She could tease the audience

The way she could do

She was good with her craft

Learned it through experience

The older crowd who were there

They enjoyed the bantering on stage

I watched her performances

In the city those decades ago

When I was a green horn

I didn't know who she was

She could open a cap off a bottle

Down her valley with so much ease

The big applause from the older generation

It was something to remember

Years later she was reported sick

The newspapers ran the articles

A few months she was gone

The strip queen once she was

the indian barbers

The Indian barbers of yesterday

They traveled by bicycles going to villages

Offering personalized services to the children

Saving time for the parents too

Those were the years

The Indian barbers came

The parents would wait

The children kept waiting

The bell ringing on the bicyle

The Indian barber arrived

The warm greeting the children sat still

On the rattan chair under the shady trees

Modernity came

The Indian barbers on bicycles disappeared

Now it is the expensive hair stylists charges

In the modern hair studios

the window display

The window display

Around the shopping malls

Every month a new theme

Walk about to see

The creative guys

They should stay on their toes

The generating traffic

The sales will come

Some never change

It is the familiar one since the day it opened

The stale look and out of time or season

The shops will eventually lose business

The display should be simple

It doesn't have to look complicated

It should interest the eyes and mind

The traffic will come so will the sales

the demons in our lives

The demons in our lives

They don't want to go away

They will hang around

Playing tricks to get us down

We know what they are

They are here to stay in our minds

Whispering to us all the times

Until we fall into deep hole

By then it will be too late

The demons have won the games

We are just plain stupid

Believing in every word we hear

Uplift our station of lives

Projects to help the needy and poor

The cheap housing for all deserving people

The country's wealth will be distributed fairly

It is the same sounding song

It has beens said before in our times

Look what have happened then?

The divide and rule again!

there are too many laws already

The old M

Gave a thumb up for the harsh law

Saying the country needed it

Maybe he is afraid

The minister issuing statements

Thinking we are the fools to believe

PCA is the new ISA

Put you in jail without trial

2 years in the 4 walled

The police don't have to investigate

Even there is a safe mechanism to avoid abuses

There are too much lies to believe

The members of Parliament

They have to think beyond their duties

They owe it to the people

It isn't for the party or anybody

There are many laws in the country

The police still saying they can't fight the criminals

They are just never trained properly to handle cases

It is time to learn and be a better force

the new gadgets on display

The new ones on display

The latest gadgets come on line

The old struggles to get important

The chips can't handle it so it dies

The waves of new gadgets

It comes to steal your pockets

The cash fly into the net

Once it is in you can't exchange

The gadgets of any kind

Once it is bought it has become old

There are new toys coming out soon

It is to clear old stock for the inventors

Every time you walk pass

The window display of new toys

The eyes and mind play tricks

It encourages you to buy

This is to keep up the time

When you don't have to at all

It is to tell you don't be square

Jump into the pool and get wet!

the cat and mouse game

The gangsters on the run

The big connected leaders hide

They may have flown out to safe destinations

They have the money to stay away

The police operations to flush them out

It shouldn't be serving the political interests

Once the time has passed the police shouldn't wait

They have to keep up the monitoring of the gangsters

The hunt must be continuous affair

Let the gangsters know they have no place to crime

Every branch of the police must be on the toes

Let politics play by the politicians

In this operation it is more towards political game

Leaning towards Amno leaders to gain mileage

What about the millions of illegals scattered in the country?

What are the police doing about them?

The gangsters on the run

The police march to stop crimes

Now the threats from both sides

The game of cat and mouse

tell the truth we will be free

The history of our nation

It can't be viewed in a race

It was the part played by the races

In bringing independence to the country

The earlier freedom fighters

They have a place in our history

Without them we would still be a colony

They fought for our independence

It is the divide and rule

The ruling elites and its ilks refuse to admit

They use the familiar story to tell

We should be honest to admit our mistakes

The freedom fighters in our history

Be they Chinese, Indian or Malay

They fought to drive out the enemies

Now the ruling elites refuse to give credit

The ruling elites spinning tales

With the running dogs barking all day long

The noises floating in the air irritating others

They think they look great hiding away from the sun

History will tell the reasons

On the records we have in the archives

Let us accept the roles played by the freedom fighters

We don't need to spin tales to support a race

let children be children

The young children

Look at their eyes

Watch them closely

The heavy loads they carry

The young children

The missing development of children play

The parents want them to study

Everyday of their lives

Tuition and activities

The children have to learn

The pressure to achieve success

The young children's heavy loads

The time of their lives

They will miss it when they grow up

Leaving the nest to pursue personal interests

When the doors open the tough life waits for them

how many lies we hear?

How many lies we hear?

Of our governing leaders of the nation

When laws are enacted to serve whose interests?

They will say it is for the people

ISA was for the terrorists

It was used against enemies of the state

When it was implemented

The opposition leaders and vocal leaders arrested

This was the ISA

It was used to silence the critics

Of the wrongs the ruling elites done

Afraid to answer the questions

So after many demonstrations and NGOs fought

It was finally repealed and kept in the bin

Before long the ruling elites use another law

PCA with the current amendments in debate

The familiar lies we hear again

It will be used on the criminals

Nothing to do with political leaders or NGOs

We have heard it so often we would fear

The tools to suppress dissents

The country future and beyond

So change has to come to this nation

GE14 should be the Waterloo

viagra overdose

Viagra overdose

The old man pays

The long erection

The cry of fear

The manhood spear

The eyes see the swelling

Of nature gift to his life

He thinks of short cut

The throw can't land

In his mind he thinks he has

The erection still stays

He finds it hard to hide

The swollen manhood

The star falls from grace

In the hospital he may lose it

The gift of God in his life

Age on graciously

The fun and joy in the minds

Stay healthy lots of water, fruits and vegetables

No viagra no dangerous health issues

the anger of God they can't hide

The terrorists in our lives

The wrong approach to cement a lie

Taking lives to pursue a cause

The dilemma for police, soldiers and people

They think they have a cause

Venting anger to pursue a want

Recruiting gullible followers

Telling them of heaven and paradise

They don't understand the scriptures

Telling in peace the way to progress

Killing lives and properties

The anger of God they can't hide

The terrorists hide and run

In camouflage of faces

Using weakness of followers

To inflict damages of lives and properties

Sometimes lives are lost

They say it is justified in their mission

They are the murderers whatever slogans used

The punishment of God they can't hide

nobody can handle everything

Some people

They wake up see life differently

They think it is a curse to stay alive

Facing their fear and subject of low down blows

In their minds of events

They subject themselves to different sets

They blame themselves for the imbalances

Of time they share with others

They bottled up their emotions

The fear and weaknesses

They never ask for assistance

They are afraid to expose their failings

Nobody can handle everything

In a life one can learn so much

It is just a part of the whole

Ask for help there is nothing wrong with it

teachers don't play politics

Teachers don't play politics

The profession wants you to be fair

In everything you do in schools

Let no racism and hatred breed

Too many incidents of teachers

Playing the game of politics

Flapping wings in schools

Scoring brownie points...

We are all Malaysians

We have our differences and religions

Teachers don't fall into the political traps

Of the divide and rule policy

If we don't sing Negara-Ku

It doesn't say we are unpatriotic

Everyday we sing and hear

It has become a non event

Negara-Ku must be sung

On special events and occasions

In this way it brings value to a song

Too much of it children will get bored

In the working world

No employees will subject to sing national songs

They just require to come on time finish job and enjoy life

They have enough of it in schools

the sound of cock a doodle doo

The cockerel and its harem of hens

Walking on the pile of sand around the empty plot of land

The early morning cloudy sky appearing to welcome them

The sound of cock a doodle doo

The cock craw of no fixed time

The cockerel flapping its wings to crow

It has no bearing of what's the time

The sound of cock a doodle doo

On the uncompleted concrete fence

The cockerel and its harem of hens walk

The aerobatic show in no particular order

The sound of cock a doodle doo

The black dog runs passing by

Along the road watching the hens

Sitting like Humpty Dumpty on the wall

One wrong move the dog's free food

The sound of cock a doodle doo

The old people will wake up early

The old parties will struggle to survive

The infusion of the young Turks take time

The wealth on the wagon trains

The old will not give up so easily

The temptation is too good to let go

The sound of cock a doodle doo

is it the truth?

Is it the truth?

A minister son bought a $7.3 bungalow house

An NGO highlighted it for general public consumption

And the father says “ It's not my problem”

The ruling elites children

Where they get the wealth?

There is no declaration of assets and cash

Of how they manage to get so much?

The income tax officials should start moving

They better go and find out how he can afford it

Without proper job and income to pay a loan

Of how he get his funding in case of cash purchase?

Macc officials too must wake up

Don't hide around viewing erotic stories

For a mere $2,500/- causing TBH's death

Now a minister's son any answer to the public?

We all know in our minds

There are 2 sets of laws in the country

The authorities should start moving independently

You are paid by the taxpayers so do a good job

let the children play

Let the children play

The way they should enjoy

They can't be children all the times

One day they have to grow up

When they are young

It is time to let them mix around

The games children use to play

The sound of children laughter and smile

But modern families

The parents think otherwise

Tuition classes and more extra activities

Leaving the children missing their childhood times

What will the children be like?

We have seen how the young adults behave

The root causes while they were young

They were pressured to study hard

They never learn to fall

Learn the hard knocks and survive

They are tasked to do many works

In the name of education

the new isa

PCA the bad eye

The nation doesn't need it

The draconian amendments

In the name of crimes

It is shoring up the inadequacies

The police in handling crimes

Detention without trial for 2 years

Without judiciary review

The return of ISA

This is the way the ruling elites wanted

To control the rule of divide and rule

They don't want to lose power

The ruling elites do not want dissent

They will catch any opposition members to jail

Without trial in jail for 2 years...

The songs of a Pied Piper

Even trampled on the national flag

A sentence of 15 years in prison

This is too much to fattened up the PCA

What happen if the flag falls you step on it?

The ruling elites are running scared

The way the country is moving forward

With so many laws for the police to use

They scream it isn't enough to fight crimes!

Where to O Malaysia?!

You don't have capable leaders to rule

The minority government wants to muscle in

Treating the majority as fools...

through the back door

The dead law sets to return

A few years lying in its coffin

Behind the power throne waiting a signal

The years finally bear fruit

Through the back door

It claws its way under camouflage

PCA 59 it rears its ugly smile

“People..I am back!”

The NGOs and concerned people fought

It was finally laid to rest so they thought

For a few years the ruling elites kept low

Thinking of ways to plan its return

Now under a piece of legislation

PCA59 the laughter rings in Parliament

The members of the house mustn't be swayed

The people expect the members to do the honest way

The power crazy rituals are back

The haunting shadows will shoot fear and divide

The minority people who voted for the tyranny

What now people is back to square one?!

the ghosts of the past

The ghosts of the past

Of our independence pursuits

Those freedom fighters

Some remembered some condemned

The history of our shadows

There are those who wanted us to forget

Blaming them for all kinds of evil deeds

The truth is we don't admit our mistakes

The ruling elites keep digging holes

One after another to cover the statements

The people aren't stupid to fall

The songs of a Pied Piper

The wounds of the nation

It has to heal by knowing our facts

Running through the course of our history

Don't speak of one family what about the others?

learn the pitfalls

In life

There is good and bad

There is evil and angel

The honour and lies

Don't ignore the signs

Put it there for all to see

With it to learn the pitfalls

In life the arrivals and departures

Through history the stories unfold

Of the period of our times

Will the people learn from it?

They say it isn't their time

So we will live through

The good and bad of our lives

The signs are there for us to see

With it to learn the pitfalls

get the people involved agree

In 18 days the fast and furious

The paces trigger unhappiness in the air

When plans are pushed through

Without the ground support it will fail

The air of changes

Floating without foundation

Once it never achieves its support

The failure will be the report

The first rule of change

Get the people involved to agree

Get them to feed the ways they like

Combine feed back and ideas to work

When the changes of structure

Every party is involved with it

The rate of failure will not rank high

They have a part to make it a success

The badminton official learned

The paces of fast and furious in the air

Without support from the ground

There is no way it will pull through

promises and contracts

Man made promises and contracts can be broken

It is inked by the humans minds and hands

There is always the passage of unfulfilled dilemma

The world of humans the fall of many in our times

Only words of God can't be broken

Promises of God will be kept

It is written in the holy books

Through the prophets for our times

We are living on our temporary world

Learning the good and evil all the times

Sometimes we will fall

We are just humans

As we live our days

Many promises and contracts will be written

Along the way we will break it

The unfulfilled ones and the pain we cause

mothers of our lives

Mothers of our lives

They are there to enrich our times

Building wall of protection

Guiding hands of heaven send

Mothers aren't there just for number

They are here to make us a better world

Giving children the best in their minds

They live in satisfaction when love is done

The world without mothers

Where will be the warm, laughter and smile?

Mothers make us know our values

In time of need and sorrow mothers always care

In the rush to make wealth

Most children tend to forget

The mothers back at homes

Praying for their good lives

There are mothers who work

To put meals on the table

The love and care they cherish

Sometimes children forget

They seek revenge

Putting old away in welfare homes

Let them feel the neglect of their times

The children forget mothers give them lives

the bogeyman

The bogeyman

The country will have

Every year the name will be written

Among the people sometimes in whisper

The Amno leaders and its bandwagons

The henchmen and their fork tongues

Going around trying to stop the bogeyman

The ashes of shadow blowing high in the sky

The laughter ring in the air

There is no way to hide the face

The bogeyman has his dues

The exact vengeance dishonouring agreement

Every year the country will sing

The parade of celebrations the colourful races

Now there is a shadow lingering longer in the nation

The bogeyman rises to make his presence