The
old man keeps crying
The
politics of his time
The
decaying tree slowly dying
There
is no hope but he tries
The
galloping horses
Running
wild in the open road
Brewing
the dust and noises
Afraid
the change will come
One
tries to brag
Ambition
to the highest office
But
he is nowhere to be found
Branding
his own race to survive
Majority
leave him alone
He
has turned old in time
The
voters had rejected him
The
frogs will gang up to put him away
But
the old man can't sleep soundly
He
still worries about his own back alley
Afraid
of the contracts under OSA
Finally
the law changed the secrets out
LBGT
in ancient time we read
They
are people like you and me
They
have the rights to vote and live free
Why
single them as if they are criminals?
It
is God's way to show
How
LBGT will be treated
It
is how God will treat all of us
Every
action there is a reaction
But
the old man keeps crying
The
galloping horses running wild
:Putrajaya
lies out in the sun
Getting
tanned sleeping on issues
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