open burning

Opening burning

It chokes the air we breathe

The educated ones

Do they forget?

The smoke get into homes

Surrounding area too

The choking smoke

The health hazards bloom

The air quality is bad

We don't need the open burning

It is of poor enforcement

The culprits just don't bother

DOE officers

Only in cities or major towns

The police and town councils

They evade the issue

Putrajaya isn't serious

With haze looming in the country

As such DOE is not established

In every town or village

it is better to start a new company

MAS better let it go

The losses through the years

The airline already sinks

Why want to structure it?

It wasn't the first time though

MAS was in the deep end before

Bee Anne pumped in public money

The returns never happened

Let MAS go to its end

Bankruptcy is better this way

For the ailing airline with huge losses

It will be a miracle it can return to profitability

Let the ashes burn

From it a new page to begin

Why need to pass a law Mas Act?

It is a company the laws are there

Bee Anne wants to pump in $6 billion

It is public money it never sound like an investment

No clever investor will put in money

With an airline sinking deep in the oceans

This huge bailout of public money

It is better to feed the people's aspirations

For the nation needs it badly

Now who are the ones going to benefit?

one way street

One way street

The traffic rules we learn

Taking up driving lessons

Trying to get it over quickly

Once the license is obtained

The High Way Code seems to forget

The road signs telling the drivers

For our own safety driving on the road

The road around the market

It is a one way street in the morning

Until 12 in the afternoon it stays

Yet there are drivers flouting the rules

The one way street

Becomes a two way drive

Accidents may happen

Who will be blame?

The male or female drivers

The traffic rules forget easily

On the road they should observe

It is for our own good

learn to live with our colours

The crying in our minds

The unity of the nation

Scattered seeds of sorrow

Eyes of snakes

The hungry faces loom

Of the greed and corruption

Of bigots and extremists

Branding a one street vibration

Learn history of the past events

The fabric of our society of many faces

The colours of many religions

Teaching us to respect and honour

Love and compassion

Everyone is different from you and me

It is no use trying to run supreme

It is no use playing the race, religion and royalty

We are living on the borderless world

With a click we can see it in the open

Learn to live in our diversity

Learn to appreciate our cultures

The opportunities should be shared

Help each other in time of needs

Respect the Constitution nobody is above the law

You and I living in this nation

As the sound of Merdeka rings

The celebration of our 57 years of independence

We should remember our history

Together we will make it the best

If we try to divide and rule

The country will go to the dogs

In the end we will be colonize again

So stay united and shared our vision

A united Malaysia with colourful races and religions

Learn to live with our colours

Happy Independence Day Malaysia!

the gifted souls

Life of magic

We seem to dream

Within our minds

We let it float away

Into the open spaces

We let it stay

We haven't found a way

How to harness our energy

We have seen or heard

The gifted souls in our times

How they are better than most of us

We sweat it for years to learn

These gifted souls

They have it in their minds

It tells us something

There must be God in our universe

happy birthday Malaysia!

The divide and rule

The footprints of our past

Hanging still in our minds

As the nation celebrates 57 years

The independence she achieved

Those decades ago in August 31,1957

The nation seems divide

The political parties and NGOs

Converging of conflicts

Marshalled it by the ruling elites

Tearing away the close knit family structures

Of the early years of our independence

Now the cement of ties

The paint work falling short

The cracks has appeared

Listening to the hate speeches

Rolling out by the Muslim NGOs

We are all immigrants

Settling in the land of plenty

Everyone has a share to contribute

In majority or in minority

We must admit we are

The healing will come

When we change our minds

When we change the party

Enough of its ruling and policies

Let a new page begin for us

No doubt of the gloom

In political circles we hear and read

We are still a Nation

We are Malaysians

Happy Birthday Malaysia!

the port of call

The ship rows up

The muscled men row in tandem

The drumbeats hitting high

On the river rowing upwards

The captain surveys

The clustered trees and bushes

Crocodies swim in the river

Snakes silently crawling on the uneven land

“Pull up oars

We anchor here”

The Lord Baron walks in

“Why the ship not sailing?”

“My Lord” the captain says

“My men have to rest a while

This river is winding and tiresome

We need our rest before we begin”

“You know how much I have lost?

Every time you make your stop?

The time is running out on me

Captain, you better start sailing!”

“No my Lord

I am the Captain of my ship

I take no order from anyone

I am my own leader you know that”

The Lord Baron wants to shout

He controls himself and walks away

Counting in his head the losses

Of time and goods disappear

Then he turns around

“So be it captain!

It is your ship

Just make sure you don't stop anymore”

“Yes my lord

We will reach our port of call soon”

The sun shining down

The wind shouting in eerie sound

the swarm of small black bees

The swarm of small black bees

They came made beehive

On the branches of small tree

Under the shade in the garden

The swarm of small black bees

Flew in silently

In the morning I didn't see

In late evening the beehive thrived

I was surprise

It was built so quickly

Now my mind started thinking

How to get rid of the beehive?

Put white plastic over my head

Hozed the bees with jet of water

Splashing running rain

The beehive dropped

The small bees came

Attacked the intruder

So I got a few stings

Managed to kill a large number

Later I sprayed pest control chemical

Over the small tree

In the end the swarm of small black bees

They flew away

women will step up pace

We can't deny

Women will stay

The markings are in place

Women will step up pace

The men should realise

Women have the equal opportunity

Don't use religion to put them down

Women can't go away

They have half of the voting block

It says a lot of things can happen

Pas shouldn't forget women's contributions

Women will walk up the stage

Women are coming

Be the leaders of the country

They have the nuts and bolts

The gifts of knowing the men

So why all the fuss?

Women will step up pace

The men shouldn't feel degraded

It's time women make their marks

the games we play

The rats whisper

In their little holes

“What are the cats talking?

Something about us?”

The older rat wakes up

“What are the noises?

You guys let me sleep ok?”

“Sorry ancient one”

“Ancient one, a question?

What are the cats whispering

Do you know with your experience?”

“Hah! It's always power and claws!”

“We are the pawns

We are the meat

Giving them the energy

And playing their dirty games

It's a sad world

We live in the holes

The cats stayed in mansions

The comfort of power

But we will have our turn

When the cats are gone

We can occupy the empty slot

Only patience we will win!”

“You are dreaming old rat

The cats will not leave the mansion”

“Do you hear of the cat eaters?

They pay good price for them”

“Really huh? You aren't lying?”

“I am telling you the truth

The cats are worrying with sleepless nights

Now we have our little games”

So the cats grow fat

As the days go to them

Waiting for the moment

On somebody's dinner plate

what lah referee!

The game which is played

The players waiting for the whistle

The referee seems to take his time

Standing on the side line

The spectators watch

Blowing horns and singing songs

“When are you going to start?”

“Do we rock the world?”

The banners of many parties

Hoisting high and wave

The referee looks up

Checking his watch

But the game ticks away

The referee doesn't care

The players on the field

Anxiously waiting to begin

The millions spent

The referee doesn't care

He abides by his rule

“I haven't whistle yet!”

The flags wave

The supporters feeling blue

The songs can be heard

“What lah referee!”

when you are at the top..

When you are the top

Feeling the soft breezes

Calling your name

So sweet and powerful

When you look down

The waving crowd

The thundering noises

You feel elated

Once you were at the bottom

Like them waving hands and shouting

Until you lost your voice

But you felt elated

The dream formed

You worked hard

The commitment and determination

The pursuit of your goal

Now the years carry on

The power creeps into your head

You forget who it was at the bottom

You become an arrogant dog

You forget position and power

It never lasts in a life time

It is just a passing baton

Once you ignore the credibility falls

the pests

“The pests”

The dark knight growls

“They are making my life difficult

Tell the sheriff my serf”

The dog knights run

Howling in the evening sky

Of dirty clouds hanging

The crescent moon smiles

“Sheriff hear us

Net the pests

The dark knight cries

Don't let him ride over you!”

The sheriff jumps up

“What's that noise?

Is it the wind howling me?”

“Sheriff, get the pests!”

The sheriff opens his window

'Hey you! What's the commotion?

You want to haul into prison?”

The dog knights bark

“Catch the pests!

The dark knight ordered

Do it now Sheriff!

Put them in cell”

The sheriff shivers

“He is in my town?”

“Don't ask question

Do your job!”

The dog knights disappear

In the setting light in the sky

The sheriff mumbles his curses

“There I go again!”

the traders

The traders in the morning

Near the market they put up stalls

Selling their products

For the morning crowd

Some licensed traders

Some are illegals

Every stall competing for business

In the morning light

The chatting women

Single and married kind

The men aren't many

They will listen or minds far away

The enforcement officers

They allowed leniency

The unlicensed traders

They are allowed to stay

why wait so long?

The rain fall

The tears seep from the stones

Dripping to the dry grass

Giving it a gift of life

The small patch of grass

Hidden beneath the stones

Slowly it springs into life

As green shoots sprouting high

Nature works her magic

She doesn't take days to finish

Once there is an opportunity

She uses it perfectly

But we can't say

Of a certain ruler of a State

The crisis seems to linger

Acting beyond the Constitution

The perception is wrong

Staying above politics he forgets

He seems to meddle in politics

When the Constitution forbids

Now the rain has fallen

Time for the harvest of the green

It can't be waiting for a call

The opportunity will be gone

The decision must be quick

It takes too long to make it happen

Once opportunity delays

The remembrance will not be forgotten

pas lost its plot

Pas has lost its way

The plot has blown

The pieces will fall

The integrity disappears

The conservatives rule

Dreaming of unity

With the arch enemy looms

Of the years they hit the devil

Now Pas seems colonized

In its mind the glory

The enemy uses it full

The cake of riches

The voters aren't amused

They will know what to do

Come snap election or GE14

Pas will lose

So now it looks like

The hand of Brutus

Stabbing comrades at the back

Sly smile with glee

The devil claps hands

The Trojan horse gallops away

The work has been done

Now watch the pit of fire

the bad circle

The Old Man used ISA

Unleashed it to silence his critics

The political opponents in Kamunting

He believed he could stay

The divide and rule

The racial policies enriching a race

There is no shame in broad daylight

Forgetting we are one family

The Old Man cried

The race never progressed

He saw only the favoured high

The majority still lived in struggling lives

The greed and corruption high

The ground of the low society never got it

The people still struggled to live

Crimes gone up

The Old Man left the stage

On the ground he still hammers in

He doesn't like his legacy to disappear

For decades he wanted it stay

Now ISA gone

But elements of it in the new Act

Though the bite is less protective

The critics and opponents have a right

But the present leader

He uses the Sedition Act 1948

The old Colonial law he promised to throw away

He uses it on his critics and opponents

The old wounds come to light

The people don't like it all

We remember what happened

We don't want to go back again

Many political opponents are canned

Even a secondary school boy got in

Even a like on a Facebook page

The Sedition Act will stamp its mark

the voters have to pay

The games politicians play

Running in circles

Telling how good they are

The decisions they dished it out

The voters have to pay

Giving their votes but no prizes

On the believe of a fair and honest play

When it is done something else came

The voters aren't in the inner circles

We hear only bits and pieces

In the front porch we see Sedition witch

Crying out in her hated speeches

One by one the good ones fall

Into her bosom she takes them all

Smiling her wicked smile

“Come home to mommy dear”

We have lived through bad times

We have read history of our bad day

We see the politicians play

Running in circles wanting the power relay

patience makes the day

The marriage so near yet so far

The groom to be found out..

The Indian wedding in India

The sound of music he joined in

He shocked the bride's family

Dancing with the music on the floor

The bride's family immediately cancelled it

Leaving the groom in disarray

The marriage so near yet so far

The groom learned his sad lesson

Just one more stage to become a husband

The sound of music spoiled his day

The bride's family

Married her on the spot

To a local villager

He claimed her as his bride

It tells us

Patience makes the day

It nearly happens

But the day belongs to another

the selangor's drama

There is something brewing

Why wait for so long to get it done?

The political drama has gone far enough

The simple solution takes so long

The person who has the majority support

He shall be appointed as the State CEO

By the Constitution without delay

The formality is submitting the candidate

Once this is done

Nothing much the state ruler can do

He can't move away to appoint somebody's else

When the majority support isn't there

The commanding degree

The candidate who gets the majority support

Else the state government will collapse

When the state assembly is convened

The drama in the State

Pas seems the Brutus

The party will get the brunt of anger

When next election is held