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