sex isn't a child play

A new born baby buried alive

Just hour the baby was born

What was the mother thinking?

Close the chapter of her life?

Sex isn't a child play

It takes responsibility

If any one can't sack it

It is better to learn the art

When passion decreases

The heavyload comes to play

Getting emotional upset

Feeling depress will not solve the issue

It is to start recognizing it

Sex isn't a free ride

There are ups and downs

Learn it before you take the rides

But most guys think through their dicks

With hormones charging they are blind

So we hear reports of babies dumping

Once I found a dead baby boy in the dumpsite

Only now it has become rampant

Of the boys and girls never learn

is pornography the real issue on rape?

Why pornography always gets the blame?

When rape cases happened on the way

Is pornography the real issue on rape?

Some morons will cite the issue

We are living in sex world

Even animals and insects do

Why blame pornography on rape?

It is the society failure to teach

Leave aside pornography

Let us begin to teach the young

In schools and religious classes

The responsibilities of sex in our lives

Teach the young in school

All crimes must be paid

Tell them of the Penal Codes of Law

Tell them crimes don't pay

Don't try to shift blame

On the course to find a cure

One has to take responsibility

Of our charges turn badly

the child marriages

The child marriages

It shouldn't be allowed

What do they know?

Even dating they aren't sure

The young brides

What have they learned?

Even signatures aren't matured

They just allowed to throw into the ring

The grooms the lust of sex

What else are they thinking?

Looking for the young brides

In their eyes and minds

The learned judges

They should use family knowledge

Of their own of bringing up children

Give the best reasoning on application

The child marriages

The physical abuses in some

The health of the young brides

The protection they lack in their lives

voters don't cry

Voters don't cry

They have the chance

They blew it last May

Now the hiking rates

The country running out of funds

The Amno and Bee Anne splashed it away

The leaders don't see to be prudent

They just want to spend and spend

With it most goods will increase

The cost will be borne by the people

The people are the bosses

But they signed it away

The people have the chance

They blew it last May

Now the selected groups will benefit

The people can complain

The electricity rate crawling in

The domino effect will sit

Before they can take it

GST will start to appear

The voters don't cry

They have the chance

They blew it last May

Now the empty pockets

the cost of living

The cost of living

It never goes down

For Selangor the state members

They must allow to have better perks

They work through out the week

Rest days are hardly a luxury

The state assembly persons

They shouldn't go begging for funds

As it is now

They hardly have enough

Donating to party funds

Donating to the constituency

In the end what is left for them?

They have to eat and live

The increase should be made

Why complaint when it had passed in the assembly?

Let's get to work for Selangor

Next year will reap the Visit Malaysia Year

Work hard for the state and her people

Ultimately the country benefits

don't take your life

Don't take your life

No matter what are the consequences

Death isn't the end of your problems

Somebody has to carry it in your absence

Don't take your life

You must be brave to face it

No doubt you think you are losing

In the time you live

Don't take your life

Look at those who brought you in

See the friends and relatives

The resources to listen to your story

Don't take your life

Think of your loved ones

They will cry for your absence

And you think you can go..

Don't take your life

The time hasn't come to it

The angel hasn't called your name

When you go you will live a miserable life

Don't take your life

The problems in everyday routines

It is a test of faith and your conviction

Pull yourself together and fight it through

Just don't take your life

It isn't worth it when you stop and ponder

The angel hasn't called your name

It is from a pan to the fire it doesn't worth it

too young to get married

She was 12

He was 19

Together they got married

The fairy tales story

In May she said

“Married life was good

I could cook his favourite dishes

Everything looked fine”

By end of November

She is 13

He is 20

The divorce came

The fairy tales story

Now punctured with loopholes

The police report of rape

The girl's father alleged

Before they got married

The rape happened

The young man and his friends

They raped the young girl of 12

The boy's parents came

Trying for 5 days to avoid punishment by the law

The girl's father relented and they got married

The police report was withdrawn

The young man denied the rape allegation

He divorced her for her alleged affairs with a man

A young girl fof 13 entangled with affair?

So he said to avoid complications

Now the story

The fairy tales of young married couple

The sweetness turned sour

It is too young to get married

the equal rights on paper

Sabahans and Sarawakians

The time to wake up from their slumber

For decades they lived through the routines

Like ropes poking to their noses and lead away

Every watering hole they think it is great

Something different from their days

For decades they lived with hope of paradise

Most don't get it in their lives

The political awakening now

They see a different picture in their minds

The political indifference in their countries

The journey of obstacles they now realize

Sabah and Sarawak

The equal rights in forming Malaysia

Along the way Sabah and Sarawak lose

Much more than the leaders bargained for

The equal rights on paper

The implementation as equal partners

It never comes that way

Sabah and Sarawak become mistresses

The Amno called them the fixed deposit

For decades the people didn't realize

Until today majority still behave that way

The political consciousness never sinks it in

Now the sparks have lighted up

It has flooded it into the darkness of minds

Some have woken up to see the unfairness

They are slowly asking back their rights

you are your own slave

You have a right to be free

The road you take is your own

Along the way you may change

Afraid to fight the place you are in

When you are weak

The evil forces will take

The freedom you have

It will slowly erode away

Leaving you helpless

As you struggle to live

Cursing yourself for the weaknesses

Caging you in the hopeless nights

If you don't pray

God will not send angels

You will be ignored

You can't blame anyone but yourself

a ghost on the old klang bridge

The old tales of ghosts

Those were the times

About old Klang bridge

The old said of a woman

Walking along the bridge

Looking for her cheating man

Nobody knew who he was

Only the story of a woman

Who committed suicide

Jumping into the Klang river

As the story was told

The young got scared at night

Cycling back after a show

The night the bridge seemed quiet

Only the homeless and beggars sat

Hoping for some alms

The people who walked home

In the cool of the night

But the woman ghost

Nobody saw on the bridge

It was a story told to frightened the kids

swallowed a live insect

In the cool mall

The busy shops

The fast food outlets

Restaurants and cafes

The crowd of many

Walking leisurely with bags

Children with parents

Lovers stroll window shopping

A woman walks and talking

In one of the outlets she's in

Happy for the day in her browsing

The goods display she feels at ease

While she is talking

The timing of coordination

An insect flies in

She coughs but is too late

She has swallowed a live insect

In Thailand it is deepfried and sell like hot cakes

The crunchy insects on display at the stalls

She buys a bottle of mineral water

Drinking a lot to flush it

There is nothing she could do

She has swallowed an insect

The timing of coordination is perfect

like a bird he wasn't

The young man

An engineer by profession

He walked up to a highrise building

On Penang Island

There he flew

Like a bird he wasn't

He hit the ground with a hard thud

A life gone just like that

He was a young man of 24 years

The future was bright for him

He couldn't handle work related pressure

He chose the wrong turn to get off his life

There was a way out for him

He could change job and settle for an easy job

One he could handle and learn

There was a way but he didn't see

Maybe he felt ashamed

His inadequacy exposed

Now he had to wait and beg

On the world didn't welcome him yet

The gate to the next world

It is close for him for decades

Until the time for him to enter

The young man made a stupid decision

the rainy season

The daily rain

It makes the sky free of haze

The clear blue sky the next day

When the morning sun appears

Only the hawkers will complain

When the business of hawking turns bad

Customers will not dine out in the rain

Losing business on the rainy days

The stalls will be few of customers

The hawkers will not smile.....

Knowing the business will be bad

The income will be affected

The daily rain

The coastal areas will have to watch

The floods will come suddenly

Rising fear of misplaced homes

the parasites

The parasite plants

It clings to the host

Feeding its nutrients

Without doing any work

You can see

Along the trees on the road

In the jungle of trees

The parasite plants flourish

Nature decrees

The order of the work

A reminder to the people

Watch how parasite destroy

It becomes bloated

Living on the good host

As long as the host forgets

The parasite will stay

The people in relationship

The parasites must be put away

They make you weak sucking you dry

They enjoy the good life but the hosts?

The hosts have to wake up

Love is a two way flow

Once it becomes one way street

It is time to get the saw ready to roll

the white rock atoll

The white rock atoll

Sitting on the sea

Once claimed by Malaysia and Singapore

The final settlement in International Court of Law

The outcome Malaysia lost her case

With it the water and air space for Singapore

It expands to cover nearer to her neighbour

Why did Malaysia lose the case?

The white rock atoll

So near to Johore so far for Singapore

Yet our team led by AG fell

Bee Anne government didn't cry

The farm out boys didn't protest

Only late Sultan of Johore dsagreed

He lost his land he vowed he wanted it back

So it is a dream unfulfilled

Now former city CID chief filed his SD

Declaring of money changing hands

Deposited in a bank in Hong Kong

31 pages of his allegations

Police says there will be no investigation

It isn't a police report

But Atlantuya's case the SD was used

The defendant walked free AG didn't appeal

A murder case he closed the file

The deep rooted well

Only the change of government will see

The light the people want to watch

Glowing out with the positive values

It will happen in our times

Enough of Bee Anne incompetence

Now former city CID chief should make his police report

And see what will happen on the drumbeats on AG

don't be afraid of the world

For 30 years she hides

She never tries to escape

She is willing to let time go by

Living indoors hiding most of the times

When the world around her has moved on

She still holds on to her belief

She forgets to turn around

The years flashed her by

The bright young Malay woman

She flew to UK with her fiance

Thinking the world she would conquer

With family one day on her return

She never did; she gave it up instead

The intellectual capacity she has

She gives it up for a different cause

Until such time she couldn't know

The facts and fiction in her life

So the time passes for 30 years

Until a charitable group found out

Siti Aishah once she was

An educated woman in those times

She could have been somebody important

But fate turned her life upside down

Influenced by the wrong ideology

She was hooked and she forgot

She forgets to turn around and see

What the world has been

The time has flashed her by

Maybe she can recall

Those missing years and times

With the UK police to pierce together

The years she had let it go

But home she has forgotten

She may take a while to remember

the traitors come in many forms

The traitors come in many forms

The shade of colours parading on the road

The public may not know the shadows walk

The traitors can smile and be charitable to society

The good deeds in many forms

The way the public see all the times

Behind the mask of faces on the street

There are traitors hiding in branded goods

They will sing praises to the Lord

In public they run with the pack

Behide the backdoors who else know?

The traitors come in many forms

We can only hope they are afraid

The Lord who will question them in after life

The day when they breathe the last

They better tell the truth before they go

the zombies of crimes

The harsh punishments

Death penalty and life imprisonment

The crimes rearing its ugly head

Smelling the aroma of greed and corruption

The numbers don't lie

The crimes rise in our lives

The harsh laws have no effect

The crime cycles keep running around

It lies with our enforcement

The upright officers without fear or curry favours

Carrying out duties as they promise to do

The crimes will go down quickly

As it is we have the distinction

One of the most corrupted nation

How are we going to run away?

Even Hudu law will not keep crimes at bay

We can look at the Middle East countries

Do Hudud laws make any difference?

The crimes are still committed

If we don't show love and compassion...

The crimes will increase

A new breed or group will come to stage

Defying the laws in numbers

If our leaders and judges aren't fair in discharging duties

don't love be blind

Don't love be blind

The feeling comes and goes

The day you realize

Love shouldn't be one way street

You get into it

Believing the circle of lights

Dancing through the nights

In the days you can smile

When you find you do all the things

The earning power comes by your efforts

You make the living possible with your sacrifices

It is time you look the way it has been done

Don't love be blind

It makes a fool out of you in no time

You will be losing one but you don't see it

You think you live in a world of your dream

The two way traffic flow

You don't see it in your eyes

You work and slave whole day and night

You cry silently afraid to admit your mistake

the parasites in our lives

The parasites in our lives

They live as long as they like

When the hosts never do anything about it

Knowing the one way street in their eyes

The hosts just carry on

The daily activities suffering in silence

The bullying tactics of the parasites

Inflicting emotional pain to the hosts

The physical abuses

The emotional blackmail

The bullying tactics

The fear of bodily injuries

The parasites make their way

Stick to the hosts like glue

They know they can have a good time

Why let go the hosts?

The hosts should take drastic measures

They shouldn't live like that everyday

They should vacuum out the parasites

They shouldn't cry when the parasites are gone

Fight it back

You have the advantage points

The parasites have nothing

They wait for your good deeds

don't forget your root

When you make your millions

Don't lose it through drugs and unwanted parties

The social nights gathering drinking and enjoying

As if there is no tomorrow

When the monies are gone

When you are down on the slope

What will you do when friends disappear?

You are left alone to fence for your sorrow

The history of the past

Some never want to learn

The history comes alive

We hear the stories come true

Poor business management

Poor financial understanding

Owing taxes and creditors

Thinking monies growing on tree

It takes just one bad decision

The years of toil for success come crushing down

The physical and emotional strain

It is always best to remember your root

the missing persons

The missing persons

Everyday there will be someone

You will read about it

In news or social networks

It has become an everyday event

With the uncontrolled unaccounted foreigners

They came here with bad intentions

They just wanted to make quick money

They will do anything to get it there

With our corruption ranking one of the highest

It makes them easy to target their preys

With monies they can make the escape

The police will tell something else

The statistics will say of our own kind

Running the networks catching the preys

Maybe it is the fake ID

Decades ago we didn't hear

Down the road the developments came

The hiring of foreigners and the illegals flourished

The authorities didn't put a stop to it

Now we harvest for our inefficiencies

Running through our administration

No doubt the authorities will deny

The truth has been staying in our minds

wake up the rural folks

Will the rural folks realize?

What the country will be like?

Do they see what's happening?

Are they still blind?

The tokens they receive

It isn't from Amno or Bee Anne

It is from the public funding

Every one contributes through taxes

Don't they see the disparity?

They still live as lowly life as before

After decades they don't see their lives progress

It isn't in leaps and bounds

The rural folks are held in ransom

They should break out and see reality

Some tokens don't them anywhere

The ruling elites laugh with power in their hands

It is time the rural folks woke up

Feel the beats of the rising tides

The country is walking into a deep hole

With it they may have nothing left

the country walking into deep hole

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The country walking into a deep hole

The way the country finances used and spent

The leakages haven't been plucked out

It goes in like no traffic lights

The spending habits in the government

The way it has for decades

The monies generated aren't put in good use

The ministers go on an uncontrolled spending

Now the prime minister says

The GST is needed to avoid the country in bad shape

He forgets to trim the civil servant population

He creates more committees to employ more

The corruption in the country

One of the highest in the world in a report

Instead of controlling the finances

The government keeps on projects spending

People who don't pay taxes

They do contribute to the economy

By participating in the workforce and spending

It is those who steal and corrupt are the traitors

They don't contribute anything to the country

They just plan and take away the riches of the nation

Through money changers, off shore accounts and mules

By giving speedy citizenship to stay on in power

These are the traitors of the nation

By not paying taxes the country has taxed them

In other forms in the daily affairs on the economy

It is the crooks in sheep clothing who are the traitors

Sometimes it is good to go under

The way the country and people have to learn

Learn once more the hardship of life

Come out and be a better man