Monday, February 17, 2014

the old man keeps crying


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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