the old malays i knew

The old Malays I knew

Way back in my village years

They were the helpful lot

Sometimes I could get free food

The village of my life

The children played together

We didn't sing about race

We knew we stayed in the village

What have gone wrong now?

Amno old could string the races together

Living in those years sharing stories

After May 13 the life of the nation shattered

The race erosion walked in

With fear and division cropped up

Dividing the races through ineffective policies

In the long run we saw the cracks of unity

Amno baru leaders

They thought about their own race

They see others as threats to their survival

They paint the bad canvass for their kind to see

They forget we all Malaysians

Under the sun under the moon

On the ground we walk and die

We share the same destiny

Village of my time

Races lived in harmony

The children did mix around

We didn't see anything wrong then

it's age catching up

It's age catching up

The lazy bones work extra hard

You can't take it easy

There is no way it allows you to do

The signs spring many surprises

As you take your day by day

Sometimes you feel good of it

Sometimes you feel bad in the bones

It's age catching up

You can't hide it away

It follows you day and night

It never wants to go

The signs keeping showing up

Putting flags on your mind

The sign of age catching

It is to enjoy the life

the nation belongs to all races

Amno baru Malays

What is there to say?

You all so blind

Bashing other races

You think you have the right

Look in the mirror

Tell us what you see?

You don't see your face

You see us as well.....

This nation belongs to all races

Who live and toil the land

Paying our taxes for the country

Amno baru doesn't pay you a sen

What you have in your pockets

It is through public funding

It is the people you should show respect

They are the ones who make it happens

Amno baru Malays

Be kind to your souls

Don't let Allah put you in vellfire

It is a compact life you don't find freedom

the frogs

The frogs keep jumping

On the lotus leaf to another

Sounding its call of its race

Others can go away

They stay among themselves

Waiting for the insects to fly by

Together with their long tongues

One hit the insects gone in seconds

The frogs can't keep its promises

They don't stay in one place for long

As long as there are insects to be found

They will stay just a bit longer

When they see an alien face

The frogs will jump and hide away

It is something the frogs never wanted to share

They live among themselves rain or shine

our destiny our game

The waterfall gushing down

On the hilly slope down to the plain

It isn't the clean clear water

It is the coloured sign of sin

The political leaders in Amno baru

You can shade the colour you can hide it

The end result the sins of the water

Nature shows it for all to see

Who are your enemies?

You try to deflect it to the other races

The bogeymen in your ancient mind

You tell it so often in many general assemblies

Don't you think it has become stale news?

There is nothing new coming out in your agenda

The country's economy and poverty rings

You don't discuss and plan it ahead

Amno baru marching

Into the wall it has built

Within it lies the stale smell

Of the sins it has accumulated

It is better to look in the mirror

Be honest and say it out loud

The walls are crumbling down

The patch up work will not last

Our nation's history

isn't run by its 3 million members

They don't decide our destiny

It is time to look in the mirror

in memory

The truth is

Death has to come

When and how nobody can tell

Sometimes it is no goodbye

It breaks hearts when it hits

Leaving the passing memories

Holding it in our heads

We will keep in memories

Our loved ones who passed away

Leaving us with their footprints

In our daily life we keep remembering

The lives they touched and wisdom shared

In heavens and paradise we pray

The departed souls will go and flourish

Leaving their earthly homes and friends

They will share a new world in God's land

They sing the new way of life

Watching us hoping we never fall

Learn all the good deeds in our lives

The truth is

We will never know

We will be buried deep underground

Burning ashes to ashes

Nothing to be seen or heard again

It is only our belief

In heavens and paradise we pray

the black and white bird

The black and white bird singing

On the palm tree looking everywhere

Under the cloudy sky of white and dark

The bird sings his sad song

He tries many times

The singing echo in the sky

No familiar returning tune

He is alone hopping around

Occasionally he picks up food

In the garden picking up insects and grasshoppers

Hopping with eyes wide angle coverage

The sharp eye and the food intake

If you ask him why?

“My partner gets caught in Sedition

Going from house to house to catch food

The notice says no trespassers

Yet my partner flies in

Challenging the owner and his food

The cat gets angry so he is there since

In Sedition cage waiting her fate”

On the palm tree he sings

“If you can help me

Chase away the cat

Let my partner go free”

When the lights dim

The black and white bird flies away

Singing his sad tune

“My partner under Sedition”

the seat will have a new face

The darkness will arrive

There is no way out

The rule of the game will change

The seat will have a new face

The decades under abuses

Corruption and greed spread

Distortion in history books

Talking about race and race and race!

The religion flourishes

Yet the dark shadows rear its head

Finding bogeymen to take the fall

In the mirror the reflection of sins

The ranting of fear

It is about gravy train than about race

It is the wealth they can't forget

Losing in polls they can't sleep well

The end is nigh

Every year it is the same menu

Dishing out on the bogeymen

Why can't gentlemen's rules apply?

if you are lazy

If you are lazy

No matter what 'jihad' is used

You will still fall flat

You will still see stars

Over 57 years

One race keep harping on its needs

What were they doing all those decades?

Dreaming of the moon basking in her brightest lights?

For a start cut the umbilical cord

You will stumble get bruises and cry

But you will learn to stand firmly

Learn the way of how to make the grade

You will chase hard

Like the rest of the pack

If you want surge ahead

Enjoy your labour and wealth

Go by the sins

You will always fall

You can't beg all the times

It makes you weak

Learn to stand on your feet

It is better to learn and start now

The decades had gone into the drain

It is time to wake up and move it!

who are the serial killers?

3 dead bodies found

Floating on a river in Penang

The police still investigating

The serial killers sending signatures

In my mind now it stands

22 dead no arrest

It must be a poor record

The police must make arrest

It has sent shiver

The people in Penang

Who are the killers?

Cutting heads and bodies

This isn't an ordinary murder case

It has the full intention to kill

The serial killers never on the run

They stay put in Penang

What now men in blue?

Will you catch the serial killers?

Do you wait for more bodies piling up?

As you look for clues but find no where

It is fear making its round

The dead bodies giving no clues

Who are the serial killers?

Running free in Penang!

time to go

Amno baru

The party is falling

The free fall will come

When the losses hit the sign

The party leaders

They fall in love with Sedition

Giving excuses to protect religion and race

Sometimes royalty to serve its purpose

Amno baru is afraid

The glittering sight will be gone

The last ditch effort to stay in power

Learn from history you have your time

The ground is sinking

The movement of constant sinning

It can't take it anymore

It has to break away

Amno baru

Sedition Act will tie around your neck

With more bites to end your days quickly

Don't you see the sign in your eyes?

Amno baru

The time to fall is nigh

No matter what you want to do

Learn from history you have your time

the back door act

The man never learns

Sex in the back door

Learn how it is done

You don't go in like a kid

The anus has no lubrication

It isn't like the female's vagina

You need to lubricate it a lot

Before you even dream of trying

A wife runs away

When she can't take it anymore

Of her husband sexual preferences

Watching action on pornography actors

He forgot to learn

The action behide the scene

The preparation and tips

Before the camera shooting in

So she makes police report

File her divorce to her religious authority

For a year she tolerated it

The painful sodomy of her husband's lust

Many times she had gone to visit her doctor

Getting it treated of her misery

The man must be a brute

Without knowledge of anal sex

In the back door

Proper techniques must be used

Use a lot of lubrication

Go in slow let the ripples flow

Sex experts will advice

Anal sex understand it well

The couple must agree

Lubrication all the way

Now the husband under police investigation

Under penal code 377B of Colonial law

It is an offence to engage in it

A maximum jail term of 20 years and 10 strokes of the cane

daughter of darkness

Daughter of darkness

You don't have to play

You have sinned it all

One race got your fall

Everything they see

It is their shadows they can't run

Every time you wake up

They follow you to hell

Daughter of darkness

You gave them the painted brush

They could comb it every where

You made them fallling in pit of sin

Now they stand in deeper hole

They can't see the right and wrong

They still sing your song

Daughter of darkness fall

In the web of shadows

Painting over their souls

They scream and beg

Nobody will hear

sedition act U turn

The Sedition Act

The bane in our society

Now it has to stay

The U turn by the prime minister

He promised to change it in 2012

He gave his assurance that the Act will be repealed

Now in Amno baru general assembly

He has no balls to make it right

The Colonial shadow still lingers on

In the minds of all the delegates

2,700 Amno baru delegates decide

The way of the nation!

Consult the other people

That he never willing to do

Cornered by his warlords

Cornered by his own heavy baggage

The Sedition Act smiles again

Once it lives in the dark room

Suddenly after ISA repealed

It comes out blasting its guns

GE14 that's will be the “OK Waterloo”

Amno baru will sink into the deep ocean

Else the majority has lost the game

The nation will cry in pain

the crown will be changed

Amno baru Malays

The fear of shadows

The fear of losing game

Now they hear whisper

The crown will be changed

Amno baru Malays

Speak for yourself

You don't represent other Malays

In Pas, PKR, DAP and independents

The crown will be changed

Afraid to lose

Creating fear once again

Amno baru Malays

The sins that you make

The crown will be changed

Amno baru Malays

The pathetic rhetoric

It brings you no grace

It is time you will be changed

The sins that you make

loneliness brings you down

Loneliness

It brings you down

You don't have to sit alone

Dreaming about the world

You shouldn't stay afraid

Living outside your safe cocoon

Interaction is good for your soul

The every day light and shine

But don't let loneliness

Let you lose your mind

The darkness will always stand nearby

Ever ready to pound on it

Don't let the vultures sing

All the good words and gifts

Taking away your soul

Leaving you with nothing

Go out and mix around

Life is an adventure and a memory

Let loneliness stay underground

Let the vultures bury with it

don't be fooled

The soap stories

Of how foreign women say

Putting it up on social media

Hoping to ensnare victims

The foreign men

They will promise the moon and stars

The lonely women will fall victims

Losing dignity and money

The local men

The eyes see of beautiful women

The heart pounding eager to help

Down the hole the nightmares begin

It is about money

They aren't taking of marriage

They aren't talking about love

It is just a trap to ensnare lonely people

So don't be fooled

Look locally for companionship

They are many lonely people

Waiting to set up family

the walk of time and place

“When I am sixty five

Will I get a Valentine?

In the mail or in the web?

When my hair turn black from white?

I use to hop on planes

Unpacked my luggage look at the nights

Counting the stars wondering its shine

Thinking of the time I am sixty five

On the house facing the sea

I take my time to have a rest

Counting my blessing

God is kind in every way

With candles to blow

With birthday cake to say

It is my birthday

When I am sixty five”

The birthday rings

The loudest on this day

The stars will shine

The songs will make you smile

The Happy Birthday Choo

The wishes come through

Wine, cake and candles

And the walk of time and place

amno baru marketing strategy

Amno baru marketing strategy

We shouldn't believe what they say

When they want something else

They will polish up the good work

Now they say

They need the non-Malays to stay

Cultivating them into power

Is there anything new?

The non-Malays have known long go

Amno baru words aren't what they say

They will talk about race, religion and royalty

Do they bridge on Malaysians as a whole?

Don't forget we have their sub contractors

They will be the ones coming out with fire

Scorching the heat let us feel the unwelcoming attitude

What they care is the power to rule at all costs!

Amno baru leaders ranting

The non-Malays always watch and see

They know their antics afraid to lose power

It has to come the expiring date is done!

the police mapping out

The head in a black plastic bag

Two persons on a motorbike came

Threw it on ground at a coffee shop

They sped away into the dark night

This murder could be 19

The police still can't find the killers

On the hide in Penang

Police have no clues

Maybe it is the work of illegals

The police should round all up and interrogate

Find out from them any sources to prevent the gruesome killings

It brings a bad name to the nation

The killers are still free

Watching the police

The killing will come

As no clues can be found

It isn't the work of gangsters

It could be the work of militants

Sending a chill message to the police

“We want to be caught but can you catch us?”

the annual ghost stories

The annual ghost stories

Amno baru delegates will say

The web of faint shadows

They can't take it away

They always say

They are weak in many ways

They need protection

They need government funding

They keep singing

They can't let go of the benefits

Even 57 years of independence

They still want to fill up the basket

The forefathers agreed

It was for a short duration

It has been going on for decades

Harping on social contract

No documentary evidence exist

Of what is the social contract?

Nobody can find it

Only Amno baru singing

We are Malaysians

In this land of many opportunities

Why can't politicians wake up and see?

We aren't the enemies in our land

But Amno baru singing the classic song

“We are moderates we are fair to all

We share the spoils of the land...

We give every one a fair deal”

The sub-contractors belting out rock and roll

Shaking the ground hitting the ceiling

Hitting hard on its drumbeats echoing in the waves

Every one listens crying out of the bad choice of association

Amno baru assembly

The shadows webbing it through

Capturing the souls telling them to behave

Talk like Malaysians not about a single race and benefits

the white paper on militants

The militants

They are here hiding

Living like ordinary persons

Walking and working like us

Out of the eye

The militants will try

Spreading the military tactics

Using human shields to do the dirty work

The police and military

They have to step up gear

The militants waiting time

Playing a game of hide and seek

Now a white paper to be presented

Telling about the militancy groups

It had already happened in Sabah

The militants came and died

The militants find the loopholes

The police spending time catching opposition

Chasing after student leaders in universities

Looking for those under Sedition

Even the crooks are thumbing up noses

Telling the police to chase after them

The police should concentrate on these groups

Let the politicians argue among themselves

The government through police and army

They have to score points on the militants

Don't allow them to roam freely

This nation doesn't support terrorists

those were the years

The natural pose

Those were the years

The young boys and girls

The photographer captured in memory

Well..Peter wanted to take all

Standing at the middle and looked

The natural reaction looking into the len

The children of those times decades ago

He was a bigger size

Showing his frame puffed it up

In the eye of the len

The girls giggled he was a sweet pie

The natural way

The girls and boys behaved

Those were the years

Where are they now?

don't bury the head in the sand

A leader can't get high

He buries his head in the sand

Digging it deeper hiding his face

He thinks people will forget

The web of faint shadows

Hitting on his head

He doesn't want to hear

The windy breezes calling him

The songs of bigots and extremists

They sing of one race one destination

All other races aren't in the loop

They want to party in one race basket

The claws of corruption and greed

The work ethics a slow time to grind

Letters of complaint take a long time

Sometimes they don't bother with it

Like the public toilets

A public disgrace in our lives

How to promote our country

When the basics we fail so bad

So the leader hides

The advisors hang around the dug out

“Have they all gone?”

“They are waiting for your call”