affairs we hear

Affairs we hear

The ordinary persons

The celebrities in our lives

When lust hits the jackpot

Self control will be hard to exercise

Bearing in mind

We aren't angels

We have our sins

We have our desires

So affairs are bound to appear

In the lives of any one

The skin colours

It plays no difference at all

The mingling of the crowd

Westernized groups or conservatives

The lust will pull them in

What faith we have?

It doesn't make a difference

Lust will make its round

Get in or get out the choice is ours

Don't blame anybody

When the expose is known

don't tell lies

Don't tell lies

You don't go to paradise

In your mind you think you will

Poking fun at others misery

Respect the dead

Even they may have done bad

Underground or in ashes

let them stay pure

Let them go in peace

You don't want them to return

The apparitions wrecking your life

So don't tell lies

Some don't believe in tales

Of unnatural beings cropping into view

They do come to tell

We aren't the only ones

the little rats

Putrajaya sleeps

Snoring loudly in the corridor

Ringing bells it can't hear

In dreamland of virgins

The little rats smell

The opportunities to make mischief

Out in the open feeling the freedom

They spread its disease of evil deeds

Tweeting in the background

Causing damages in the minds

Creating a misleading thinking

One race one religion kind of thing

The little rats can't see

The big fat cat roaming around

Eyes open mind million miles away

In dreamland of virgins

So the little rats know

The opportunities to make mischief

The men in blue blind to the scene

Walking but eyes close to the world

Putrajaya sleeps

The little rats know

Out in the open

The men in blue blind to the scene

pakatan in quick sand

Pakatan in quick sand

It seems to the public

Washing dirty linen in the open

Letting the drawbacks flow

The new Amno will laugh

Cracking jokes behind its back

“You want to take Putrajaya

See what you have gone into”

The end there will be a new

As events unfold some good will come

It is better to know now

What the other inner thoughts are

The Conservatives and Modern leaders

They have to bridge the divide and principles

Religion can't play in politics it will spell troubles

Now the yellow flag time to build bridges

selamat hari raya aidil fitri

The sound of music

In the hill of Malaysia?

You want to fly high

But you are there

The sound of the wind

Strumming the chords of melody

Listening to the call of prayers

Echoing in the sky of white and blue

The city life she lived

Long ago I could remember

Now back to nature maybe for a while

Charging up battery to go again

The trees of orchestra

The horn instruments playing softly

Yeah my friend the sound of music

Blowing sweetly Selamat Hari Raya Aidil Fitri

greed of power is short term

When a leader sold his principles

Troubles he will cause to the group

No matter what he says and performs

He will be held at a low esteem

When a leader doesn't listen

The unity will be broken

The group members will smell a rat

An evil mind is at work

When a leader acts on his own

Doing it his way nothing else

He has become a renegade leader

A Trojan horse hiding in the midst

When you have such a leader

You mustn't wait for disintegration

You better take him out quickly

Before more damages are inflicted

All leaders should remember

Greed of power is short term

When the welcome is gone

It is better to go gracefully

the indian beggar

The Indian beggar

Sitting at the corridor

Of shop houses

One leg gone

He looks well-fed

With cleaned clothing

Maybe he is there

Just to earn some pocket money

He doesn't look

The hopeless type

With dirty and unkempt hair

He looks like he has a home

Maybe he wants to solicit sympathy

“Look I have lost one leg

Take pity on me and give me some cash”

But we know about syndicate groups

The Indian beggar

He will get some money

With the kind hearted souls

Walking by the corridor of shops

Pas has shown its colour

Pas has shown its colour

Through its members tweets

The Malay supremacy flow

In the nation of many races

The racist thought amongst the members

Believing that is the way to achieve dominance

The party struggles will remain as a dream

When the world views are changing

Though we hear other Pas members

They don't subscribe to that view

They don't believe in Malay supremacy

As God has made everyone equal in his image

Now this pro-Malay supremacy group

Joining new Amno they don't feel ashamed

They will clap hands to taste the cherry

In the end they will fall like dead wood

Pakatan Rakyat grouping will survive

DAP and PKR can battle it on

Inviting the friendly members from Pas

Who subscribe to the spirit of equality

The end is a new beginning

It is better to see Pas behaviour now

The PR charter they forget

The principles they don't preach

the evil will try

The evil will try

Every means to pull it down

The good ones in our lives

It is hell the evil wants to smile

The hell fire glow

In the minds of the affected souls

There it stays curving out its shapes

The greed and power game

The good will find its losses

Painting it into the darkness flow

They cry with misery in their minds

Thinking salvation is hard to come by

The evil will dwell on it

Spinning tales of bright lights

Trying to fool the good

Until it runs out of ideas

Patience and perseverance

The good stays on course

The evil runs its way

Knowing the time has come

The battle of control

It starts in our minds

We have our choice

What way we want to be?

calling names

Calling names

Of different values

Of different background

Of different affiliations

Take it as a learning curve

Everyday we will learn

Of human nature in our midst

Not everyone will share the same

As long as you look at it

On the positive nature of things

You are still bless in this world

Life is a circle

The will of returning cycle is there

One good turn will deserve another

One bad vibe the action will return

It is the way of life of playing games

the choice

Everyone wants power

The fire in the mind

The sword of cutting edges

A feel to be good or bad

The wrong use of power

The life of misery

The sword of cutting edges

The haunting in the head

The ring of hell

The corrupted of power flows

It never brings good

The body feeling hot

There is no way to say goodnight

The echoes in the minds

The haunting of hell

It is better to do good

The power is just temporary

The fire will be put out

The images will be gone

No one will remember

The power of good deeds

The ring of melody

The whispers of angels

The smile of God

We have a choice

Pick the right one

The wrong turn

The day of hell

the road signs

The road signs say

The drivers don't see

Maybe they pretend

As they drive straight through

The laws of traffic

Enacted to safe guard other road users

Avoiding accidents every day

Do the drivers see?

Obey the laws?

As the accidents keep piling up

They don't think in their heads

On this stretch of local road

The sign says “Stop”

And there is a L line on the road

The drivers just speed along!

How they pass their driving test?

Maybe these drivers should go again

They have forgotten about rules

Like a compulsory hours of attendance

the river of politics

The river of cloudy water

The dark brownish colour on it

Once it was a clear as the mirror

Now it looks as if life has lost

The fishermen stare unbelievable

Pointing fingers across the river

“Don't they have something to do?

Fighting for a cause now abandoned?”

“How could it happen?

With a year it makes us losing income

Yet we see them arguing

Of greed of power and wealth”

The river puts up a white flag

“We can't breathe right now

Will you stop fishing here

We can't help you today”

The river of cloudy water

The fishermen pointing fingers

At the seat of power base

Sealed it off in high brick walls

the brickwall

The brickwall

The MB Selangor wants to build

He will feel secure with it

So he can do it his way

He doesn't see the bigger picture

He is trying to pull down Pakatan

What has he sold to Satan?

Until he can't see the right and wrong

What is there to stay on?

His party president wants to come in

Now he has shown his colours

There is something sold in his soul

The rumour talked about Bank Rakyat

The case pursued for years

Finally it was settled quietly

Without the clues to the public

MB Selangor

No doubt he makes his mark

He shouldn't stay stubborn

Ignoring his party wishes and calls

You see MB Selangor

DAP and PKR may bite the bullet

Table a no confidence vote

Let the Assembly decides the outcome

Snap election or what will it be?

What's there to lose?

You don't see the bigger picture

You just want to pull Pakatan down

knock some senses

A month of fasting

Testing of faith

In the lslamic lives

Learning the way of redemption

Along the way

There are people who don't care

They will spin tales of discord

They live in self gratifications

Pas never learns

The history of multi-races living

The party leaders insist on hudud

Throwing a spanner in Pakatan way

Now with MB debacle

The Pas leaders don't accept consensus

In Pakatan Council they have agreed

Now a spanner in the work

Pakatan Rakyat

Leave out Pas in their dreams

Let them concentrate in Kelantan

The backward scenes eyes can't see

Pas has fallen

The trap of new Amno

The leaders sinking in

It will be hard to get away

For the Selamat Hari Raya Aidil Fitri

The goodwill must come to share the plan

The sharing for many years

The common agenda let it never goes to waste

the sign of breathing spaces

The long weekend holidays

The town at night seems deserted

Most of the cars have gone

There are empty spaces

The hawkers, cafes and restaurants

All the quiet in the premises

The university students majority going home

Leaving the town with breathing gaps

The locals can take it easy

Going out to taste the local foods and drinks

There is no rush to find places or stalls

There are empty tables and chairs

Now the locals and migrants

The roads will be fairly free

Only the business owners will complain

Of poor business takings

the graveyard

I walk on the dead

Look at how peaceful it is

Underground the bodies laid

With tombstones to say

In hot sun and windy breezes

Of shadows of my own

The open burial ground

Of loved ones gone

I read the inscriptions

It tells about positive signs

Nothing bad I will find

The natural order of life

The dead underground

No use to say about bad

The living much to do

Cultivate the good don't forget to pray

the satanic frogs

The satanic frogs

They have the racist view

They can't stand the harmony

The peaceful lives of the races

The central government is weak

The satanic frogs knew about it

Now they have a good run

Spreading its tales of falsehoods

They are the farmout boys

They can do what they are asked to do

Feeling superior against the men in blue

The green light to bash the infidels

The satanic frogs

Go back to read your holy book

Learn the scriptures in depth

You will find the answer

You can't go to heaven

For the wrongs you have done

When are you going to learn?

Living peacefully in a multiracial nation

the rooftop kitten

The rooftop kitten

Finally I saw at the back lane

Playfully enjoying her freedom

With her new found friends

The past few days I didn't hear

The calling for food in the night

I guessed it must have been caught

And brought down to the ground

At the back lane

The rooftop kitten walked

Feeling proud to touch the ground

Now no more good view from the top

Now the mating season

See what will happen again

Will the same cat give birth on the rooftop?

A good place to keep her kittens

in relationship know the rules

When you are in a relationship

You must know the rules in your head

Do not go overboard with it

It will spell the end of a story

In a relationship

It doesn't say you have the rights

You can play house sharing the chores

You can't play the boss

The art of listening

It mustn't be forgotten

Listen with full grasp of attention

Do not play out of tune

The guitar will not sing

You will hear its sad blue

Wiping out its rusty tune

You can't make it out soon

Giving advice unless it is asked

But stay in the loop in case

In relationship do not control

It will make a sad story

It has a two way traffic

Let the green light always shines

You will grab the rewards many times

As you stay around knowing the rules

the golden years

The golden years

Some will smile

Some will cry

Some will die

The retirement saving

Majority can't survive

Of the costs keep rising

It will hard to divide

The golden years

Some have to work

Until they can't do

The children grow up and fly

Investments for the rich

The daily wage earners can't save

What alternative to live through?

Work until they can't do

The golden years

Some will live easy

Looking after grandchildren

Others will work or regret of life

bring down the losers

Bring down the losers

They shouldn't stay in power

Running without a clear cut module

Living on yesterday's dreams

Yesterday's losers

Advice is the last thing in our minds

Who want to listen?

When they were misplace ages ago

The way forward

Pick the best for the job

Race shouldn't come into play

If we seek progress for the nation

The satanic frogs

They don't believe in progress

They live under the coconut shell

Hearing echoes but refuse to change

the political chair

The political chair

Outsiders want a share

As if they owned it

When majority isn't theirs

MB Selangor

He thinks he owns it

He forgets his party put him there

By right he should take his bow

Good sense should prevail

He has become a liability now

The bad judgements he pursued

On his way never wants to listen

This year the bad judgement calls

Bible issue, kidex controversy

Mais and Jais and water

The decisive actions he ignores

What now for MB Selangor?

He knows what is happening

He shouldn't bring himself disgrace

Of power it is just temporary

the bodies can't be home

The body parts in the black plastics

Bundled together to be identified

It will be a long process

To identify the bodies

It is a hard fact of life

Knowing the loved ones gone forever

The smiling faces words of wisdom

It will be just the memories

The bodies can't be home

For the festive season

The closure has to wait

For a while longer

The warring parties don't care

The hundreds died unnecessarily

Without remorse the warring parties did

The engagement served no purpose in their war