the fishes in the pond

The fishes in the pond

The many types big and small

Flowing along its daily lives

Listening to the fall of waterfall

The ripples silently flow

The short distance of circle

The fishes never bother to look

They just swim in remote mode

Why must they worry?

On the appointed time

The fish food will be thrown in

The fishes don't have a hard life

Everything is fed

In the pond the flashes of water

The crumbs crush into pieces

The fished don't bother to know

As long as they are fed

Tomorrow is a long way from home

The fishes blurb air bubbles

Looking up they just don't bother

the greed of money

The greed of money

The eyes keep the glow

It never says no

The fire burning in the brain

The large chunk of wealth

It makes a person retire early

If it is through honest way of living

Nothing fishy or under brown envelopes

The greed of wealth

It makes the dishonesty thrive

In the mind of easy living

Who want to complain?

But murders and assassins

It flourishes through the illegal games

Taking a life like a falling leaf

Without remorse or regret

The lies flashing in reports

The make up stories or hidden hands

The stories of political back doors

It hides behind the greed of money

the high rise dwellings

The dead on the ground

What is there to say?

Pray and cry out loud

A life just lost so young at the time

The high rise dwellings

The parents mustn't allow children to play

Without supervision tragedy may occur

It can happen anywhere

Will the parents learn?

The time will tell

The parent will forget

Until another one fall

Pray and cry out loud

The years will heal the wound

But the memory will stay

The silent tears and remembering

the casanova cat

The Casanova cat

The years he has been

Chasing after the female cats

Old age never keeps him away

He always have his thing

A new female cat he will pursue

Meowing loudly for all to hear

“I am coming don't run away!”

At the back lane

No female cats to be seen

But the Casanova cat

He has his thing

He never gives up

He will pursue day and night

He just needs one female cat

Then he will keep quiet

Now he has found

A young white and ginger cat

The two have been dating

Quietly for the past few days

The Casanova cat

And his young female companion

Hiding in shady trees

Eyeing each other quietly

there must be a plot

Who want to believe?

Razak Baginda tales?

Rogue police officers

There must be a plot!

The court never found

It is ignored on many important issues

Who gave the order?

Why immigration records deleted?

There must be parties involved

The Mongolian beauty may have found her game

Why took the trouble to blown her to pieces?

Maybe she had damaging evidence

The players involved weren't called

Every line of questioning ignored

The lawyers from both sides

They didn't take up the issues

Now the Federal court ruled

The police officers will be hung

They don't have a motive

They are the puppet on the string

We have to change the government

Let a new party rule the nation

It is only then we can unravel the case

And many others under OSA

don't leave children alone

Living in high rise building

Nd doubt of the view

Feeling you are an angel

Looking down on the ground

The whirring wind

The caressing feel

The whispers in the ears

“You are the top in the air”

Living as a couple

The danger isn't there to see

They will know the pitfall

Don't try to be a Superman

Living as a family

The security must never overlooked

The danger of children playing games

They don't know the fall down to the ground

Now we hear tragedies

Of children fell from highrise building

Parents still never learn

Putting up grills everything is safe

The children are active

They will seek adventures

They will make believe world

Like Superman flying in the air!

the birds of many colours

The birds of many colours

Flying around in the open space

The small humming birds and eagles

Down to the pigeons and swallows

The sparrows will claim the roof

There it will breed and hide the whole day

Coming out to collect food

The watch dogs on the roof

They don't speak of territorial rights

They know what the open space means

Every of its kind has the rights to fly

There is no rules or net to avoid

But with humans

We hear of rights and borders

Why can't they live in harmony?

Sharing it for goodwill and peace?

With our brains we lose our sights

We lose to the peabrains of living in harmony

They have more sense sharing the open space

We are really far behind learning to live

age growing old

Age growing old

The eyes become blur

The mind can't think sharp

The body declining runs

And the money tree

The hot sun no rain

It turns up dry and empty

The nest of tomorrow disappearing

The juicy years

The fast lanes of life

Barking up through the nights

Of tomorrow nothing to cry

Now the dry up years

Age growing old

The nest still running low

Tomorrow the hardship flow

88% working adults never safe

The money tree to survive on retirement

Maybe they have many commitments

Work today pay today what else for tomorrow?

The sad state of affairs

The breadwinners will cry

When old age comes knocking

The money tree withers and dies

the big crisis in mic

The big crisis in MIC

The Ros waiting to deregistered it

Telling MIC last election is null and void

Meetings and correspondences fruitless drive

What is the president doing?

He replaces leaders not aligned to him

Pushing a screw deepening the crisis

The lid of the pit slowly opening

MIC senior leaders

Barring them to enter

Now the thugs and hooligans

Hiring out to control the crowd

The HQ becomes a shouting matches

The youth chief finally took over the security

The damages have been done

MIC will go down

Facing deregistration

The MIC head honcho should call a truce

Call the senior leaders to find solutions

Else MIC time is running out

the silence wait on the wall

The air conditioned unit

The silence wait on the wall

No switch no rumbling sound

The night dark of the time

The dark colour birds

Putting up for the nights

A nice hiding place

No predators will come

Unless the humans

On the switch the waking up unit

The whirring sound of its motor

The birds will fly quickly away

Afraid of the night monster

The birds hardly see it

They only hear the vibration

Spinning tales of hide and seek

The normal days and nights

The silence wait for the call

Once the switch is on

The night wings intruders will fly away

the day and time wait for nobody

The day and time wait for nobody

Everyday it comes and goes

We like it or not it doesn't matter

The clock clicking without our consent

We plan our lives or we are free agent

The day and time will just move on

When the day comes of our old age

Will we have enough to survive?

The day and time never tell

In silent mode it makes its day

We are the ones to make our harvest

Plant our crops watered it and wait

The day will come

The retirement will hit the ground

Do we have enough to live through?

The day and time wait for nobody

there is no way to run

There is no way to run

The costs will ring up in our ears

No matter what the government says

Its ministers never read the ground

Nothing will stay stationary

It always moves upwards

Even moving laterally the changes will run

The business people will make the hit

Look at what the government behaves

Outsource maids recruitment exercise

The fee jumped to $250 from $15

The Indonesian maids will not be arriving

What are the bloated civil servants do?

So many outsource to private companies

So they have long tea breaks or meetings

Services to the people will be affected

The pocket will punch many holes

The daily surviving tools will be dented

There is no way to run

The costs will ring up in our ears

the play never ended for the fall guys

Piah Samad cries

The old lady prays hard

She just couldn't believe

Sirul could do such a thing

He must have taken order

Blew to pieces the Mongolian beauty

Until all traces couldn't be traced

Now the Federal Court judges ruled

There was no order to commit murder

Sirul and Azilah acted on their own

They are highly trained police officers

They would carry orders without questions

The questions remain

The judges never even say

No immigration records

How could that be?

Now Sirul waiting

In the land of Oz knowing his fate

He has to wait for many years

Before he can land on his home again

It is better Sirul say his piece

In foreign press there is a way for him

Tell his story and who ordered the hit

The play hasn't ended in his conviction

mr handy man

Mr Handy man

You carry your small bag

Of tools you show it

From town to town you say

You hardly make sense

You want to screw

But you don't learn it how

You shoot it at the wrong place

Mr Handy man

You never make a good living

You try to make it looks good

But you turn yourself into a joke

Alone you will not make the mark

With your carrying tools of like minded ways

What else is new in your head?

Mr Handy man

You better stay at home

Learn how to cook instead

You want to screw

But you don't learn it how

when there is no wrong

When there is no wrong

There will not be a protest

We have seen the ills of the nation

The people can't take sleeping away

We have to stop the fall

Before the nation goes under

On the heavy debts burden

Bee Anne makes us suffer in pain

Belt tightening Bee Anne preaches

In its own turf they spend it all

The merrymaking among the connections

As if tomorrow will come in clean bill of health

The Auditor General's report

It never paints a favourable picture

The wastage of funds blowing into the drain

And nothing will be done to put the culprits in custody

When there is no wrong

There will not be a protest

The parade on the streets

The parade in the minds

hey prime minister

Hey prime minister

Rome is burning silently

And you go globe trotting

Obviously you know something

You will not stay on in your job

You want to enjoy the perks

Leaving your marks you think you will

Rome is burning silently

You don't say to put a stop

Silence means you have agreed

You support the groups making seditious speeches

And you don't make the connections

As you go globe trotting

Hey prime minister

Don't go hiding away

Show you have the balls

Hit the gong and do it fairly

Rome is burning silently

As the agents of destructions coming in

Recruiting the weak into ranks

Obviously they want to destroy

Hello prime minister

It is time you stay back home

Tackle the issues right away

Don't flip flop at every turn

Hey prime minister

Do you listen?

Obviously you forget

You want to fly in the sky

the spider

The web of long shadows

The white thin thread spreading out

Hooking up to branch to branch

Hanging there in camouflage

The blinded insects flying

Oozing with confident in the air

With speed whispering in its antenna

They look confident in every part

Once it hits the soft netting

The faces of fear of wings entangle with it

Struggling to get free but failed miserably

As the spider running down quickly

The insects only stare in agony

Struggling feverishly to get free

The spider only watches with watery eyes

“You are mine in my cage”

isis militant is scratch and win

Isis militant is scratch and win

The promises of the pyramid way of life

Enslaving the weak into its cage

Once you are in you are doomed

Belief in a faith

Yet going out to kill

The religion showing compassion

No force should be used

Isis militants talk in different values

You scratch but you never win

You are at a loss on the field

Listening to the call but darkness fall

The promise of paradise

Death on the ground

What's there to show?

God says you are a fool

God kept His promise

Those thousands years ago

He sent his prophets

Now is the cultivating of good deeds

God never appoint any one

The fake prophets smell the doom

Better walk away and forget about them

God will rain stones and fire

the ugly faces

The ugly faces

It seems to occur regularly

In the political landscape

As we struggle to live everyday

The freedom to practice one's religion

It has been abused quite often

Article 3 and 11 of our Constitution

The judges should stand firm on it

Don't base judgement on a faith

It has to do with the law and Constitution

This is the foundation for the nation

Without it the troubles will be brewing

The Isis militants branding its way

They have recruited the weak link to a cause

Bring it as a shame to a religion

That the police must really bring it down

The violent protest on Jelatek project

Led by a group of racist mob

Afraid to mix around with other races

Saying they want exclusiveness to their race

The police must take immediate action

They can't close an eye and wait

There shouldn't be pick and choose

Show it without fear or favours

The ugly faces

Painting in our midst

As we struggle to live everyday

We don't need the hammering in

the old small traders

The old small traders

They will adapt in changing times

They know they have to survive

A little hiccup part of life

Though they may not be computer savvy

They will find ways to make it work

Go back to manual recording

It may not be very accurate

If the taxman wants his cut

He has to come in to help

He can't be knocking at doors

Thinking everything will be fine

No Sirs..old dogs still need training

It may take a longer time to do

Old age doesn't been they are incompetent

In business the money will make them survive

when they were young

When they were young

They fell in love

Like a wink of an eye

The pieces fell into play

The social dilemma

The faith of different religions

It stuck out as a hindrance

As lovers they couldn't understand

For months the lovers tried

The loving world in their eyes

They tried to brave the storm

Of society objections

In the wink of an eye

The lovers were left to go alone

Into the world of racial prejudices

Leaving them no choice but to surrender

Into the different world they went

They would not see each other again

Until one woke up to find the missing link

The lover came trying to link to the past

When they were young

They fell in love

Like a wink of an eye

The pieces fell into play

no permanent enmity

Political foes

No permanent enmity

Once there is common ground

They strike a deal

The subtle ways

The politicians will bargain

Out of sight

The deals are quietly executed

Political enemies

They will come together

Share common platforms

Carrying out tasks of common good

Though they will argue

Calling names and what's not

In the end they have teas

Strike a deal that's that

drive with caution

Drive with caution

On the road that is

Eyes must be full alert

The body functions stay calm

The drivers of today

They don't use signal indicators

They just brake and turn

The entry they want to do

They don't think of other drivers

Along the same road driving

Suddenly you see them turning

No prior indication of the move

Accidents happen

The careless drivers

The speeding impatient F!

Zooming past wheels seem to fly

Deaths on the road

The crying will be too late

Lives have been lost

What's there to say?

Stay alert on driving

Road accidents do happen

Eyes and mind in full coordination

Don't be a statistic on the road

the local councils elections

The local councils elections

Unless we change the present government

Else we don't see the light of day

Of Pas better put it in the bin

Pas has lost all credibilities

With its present president

He never brings Pas its glory

It will be put in the back seat

Though it may stay in Pakatan

The day will come it has to go

The people will reject it

For its flip flop on political decisions

The recent outburst on local elections

It shows its president veering to Amno baru

It has been said many years ago

This man I think will bring the party to its knees

Currently the local councils members

They are political appointees

They don't show their faces

Even here I don't even know them

putrajaya

Putrajaya

The many masks display

The colours of dark hues

What it say?

The everyday people

They walk by

They don't think

What will become tomorrow?

Putrajaya

Awake or just pretending

As the nation reels downwards

The extremists have a field day

Religion in politics

The Constitution is violated

Like Article 3 and 11

Some judges fall on their own religion

The rule of law

The rule of the Constitution

Putrajaya plays the flute

The everyday people walk by

Putrajaya

The many masks display

Awake or just pretending

As the nation reels downwards

the new term

The Crane fist on the rise

The pose on a sunny breezy afternoon

Izzy stands with her stance

Behind the shadows of banana leaves

The shadows falling quietly

The two young girls in spirit high

One posing as a ruse

The dance of the Crane fists fly

Together they form a formidable team

With the shadows falling in quiet breezes

The smile on their faces as they pose

“We are the tag team don't you know?”

The soft breezes blowing

The shadows swaying along

The banana leaves waving

The two girls with new hair cut

Tomorrow in school

The two girls will walk with smile

The Crane will fly

The beginning of a new term