why don't go after the main players?

You want to cry?

You want to laugh?

The road is still muddy

It rains in the evening

The investigators go the ferry wheel

Rising up watching the ground

Feeling good as if they can fly

They forget once they are up in the sky

Go around the bush

Digging up nothing

They should go after the main actors

They have the answers

You want to cry?

You want to laugh?

They go the merry go round

Chasing shadows 

the day of bad hat

Why want to hide?

Nothing can be said

About 1MDB in the sky

It has become a bad hat

The authorities take so long

Going through the records

By now there should have the details

It is silent in the air

One of the 4 removed

One seems to get sick

The Pac man got promoted

Leaving the investigations open

This is the interference

No matter what it is said

It is the buying time to ponder

How to get out the sticky hands?

The hawk had blurted it out

But the hound dogs try to bark it off

Telling him to butt away

It is a private account

The truth is

There is no denying it

It seems it has happened

The top gun sits

But the people know

There is no need to go in circle

They are waiting for the day

Every day there is an opportunity

the pac man

The PAC man

Out of the ring

He smells of something good

He doesn't stop to think

It isn't for the people

It is only for himself

He makes himself known

He rides on it

Now when power gets to him

He smells the flavour so he takes it

Forgetting his duty to the people

He thinks it is his right to taste

The PAC man

He joins into the cloudy pool

The colour of algae and green water

He thinks he earns his stripes

The money trail he investigates

Now it is in prolonged sleeping

Until a new team comes into focus

Business as usual on the plate

yesterday

Yesterday all the good in history

A place we used to be and remembered

The fabric of our times will be spoken

In the good old memories

Now we wish we could go back

Living the way of time gone us by

The harmony and understanding in our times

But then we realize times have changed

The generations coming in today

They can't stop to think and reflect

They just want to get on with it

The speed of time in a hurry

Now cheating and lies

It seems like a second nature

Nothing to feel ashame or cry

It will be business as today

Religions will be used

As a pawn to hook the minds

The segregation of the people

The downward spiral in our eyes

When will we realize?

Learn from yesterday times

There we will see how the roots started

We can draw programmes to make it work

a tale we heard

A tale coming in the web

The leaked video of the conversation

About the alleged billions in an account

The main player still keeps quiet

The circle moves in the city

The balls and pins on display

Any one wants to try it?

There is no price for striking it

The hound dogs bark

The seasons never change

It is still business on the plate

There is no price for striking it

The false hope of confidence

The main player thinks he has it

We are watching

Our hope isn't soaring high

The bag of bad karma

We can't be carrying on the burden

A tale we mustn't reject

The main player still keeps quiet

we need an angel

Malaysia needs an angel

The land of endless possibilities

Going into the wrong places

The people aren't moving to the right

Don't they see it at all?

The dark forces are waiting at the door

It is just a matter of time

Before they take it down

Malaysia needs an angel

Before the dark forces take us down

Into the shallow pit of our sins

We don't fight back to get rid of them

The land of endless possibilites

Playing havoc in our minds and eyes

We don't see the dark forces waiting

One fall we will be like Greece!

The heavy loads piling high

Don't we see it already?

The bad karma spreading its shadow

The dark forces waiting at the door

We have to wake up

The Constitution has been ignored long ago

The piece of paper suppose to guide our nation

We have to take back our rights before it is too late

We mustn't be blind

We need to change ourselves

Else Malaysia needs an angel

One fall we will be like Greece!

the corrupted persons will go down

There is no way to go but down

The corrupted persons will kneel

When the hour and time have arrived

What else for them to say but plead

Now they spread their wings

They think they are untouchables

The hound dogs have to listen

Licking hands waiting for the crumbs

The collective motives they shared

Every one will be tainted like it or not

They want to keep their seats warm

Afraid to say afraid to lose all the perks

Don't they remember?

It is just a temporary hold

The people will keep watch

We want values for our taxes

the heavy loads of bad karma

The fuse going to explode

The heavy loads of bad karma

How long will it hold?

It is anybody's guess

Take a breathing space

The short burst of speed

Thinking it has a winning chance

Near the finishing line the legs cramped

The cry of pain

The frustration on the face

The shouts to move on

But others beat into it

The face tells a story

The loads too heavy to carry

The tainted karma makes its presence

There is no way to go but down

the hawk lost his claws

In July morning

The hawk lost his claws

He was put back into his cage

The freedom once he could

The Brutus out there

The hawk didn't see it

They lived in shadows

Heart of bad intentions

He got his fate

The way he did to others

Now his own fell on the wayside

The hawk forgot to attack

Once he had the opportunity

He didn't get it on his flight

He took his time causing him to lose

Into his cage he would ponder

Maybe he can plan his move

Without hindrances he may take it out

With his own hawks waiting for the strike

He may get his just desserts

Right now he lost his claws

In his cage the curtain slowly closing

He has to think out fast before it is too late

He will be just another has been

the face we want to forget

The face we want to forget

The economic woes and scandals

Low priority into getting jobs done

It is all about shaping up power game

Here we see and read

The potential cave-in coming

The Islamic threats booming high

Creeping into our lives

Cinema goers subject to Islamic rules

Slowly without public knowledge

The little napoleons inventing rules

Causing dissatisfaction on the rise

The inner turmoil in the ruling elites

The break will come out in the open

It has to come rain or shine

It is the yellow gold they think about

The people will always stay last

We must realize we make ourselves low

Choosing the wrong party to help us

Now we realize our errors

changing partners

The holes grow bigger

The hot weather and the dry wind

Blowing the soil and sand

What's left for us to see?

The excavator arrives

Puffing smoke making so much noise

Staring at the holes

Cracking by the side

The investigation on the soil

The ground the machine will drive

The driver can't drive through

He knows what will happen

“I can't do it

The ground will take me alive

This isn't a job for me

I want to live another day”

The wolf men bare fangs

Hoping it will change mind

But the truth carry more weight

In the end the rain pours down

Every one runs away

Leaving the holes to grow bigger

The rattling rain sing a tune

“Changing partners”

we have to take back our rights

The foundation is rotten

Even with a new coat of paint

Will it help to solve the woes?

Unlikely it will

There's the sign

The implosion is near

The end of a dynasty

It will surely die

The people want change

Gearing it up for years

Knowing the little napoleons

Creating social woes

The freedom of the people

Some religious zealots try to curb

Why can't they mind their own business?

Let God decide our fate in our lives

The Ali Baba and the forty thieves

The story of our times for so long

The password is out in the change

The foundation is rotten to its pit

time to change a new breed

The under current

There is something moving

The murky water can't see

The ripples going many lines

We stop and watch

Thinking what will it be

Of our lives running to it

Will we live to enjoy our labour?

Something in our souls

We can't see how it will be

The fruits of our labour

Going into different ways

The herd of cows

Lead by its leader

Walking on the road

Cow dung for all to smell

The town council heads

They don't see it

They never walk on the road

Something is wrong in our eyes

Changing clothes

Using different brand of aroma

Trying to pull wool over our eyes

But the smell of bad is out there

It's the end of a long story

The party of cows will go

To the slaughter's house

It is time to change a new breed

the thieves of the same feathers

The thieves of the same feathers

The colourful ones sitting on the branch of tree

Singing all the familiar song

“Let it be”

The followers on the ground

They gather for the crumbs

Watching up to pick up the tune

“Let it be”

The brown hawk watches

A distance from the group

Crying out his own song

“I get no satisfaction!”

The thieves of the same feathers

They turn their heads to watch

“Hey Mr Hawk

It is your own doing!”

The brown hawk opens his wings

“Enjoy your ill-gotten food

The day will come you will fall

The black cats are hunting on the ground

By the time you finish

You may not have your followers

The black cats have caught them all

The juicy meal for once so high”

“Ignore the brown hawk

He has no stomach for it

Now guys let us sing

The night of the same feathers”

what to change?

What to change?

It is still the same spot

Emerging from the fold

The same smell

Is that called change?

One said he wasn't born yesterday

He should look into the mirror

The truth will set him free

The public want to know

The truth of the scandals

Draining out our resources

Giving us red faces

No need to tell in close door meeting

How many times it has to be done?

Come out in the open

Settle the issues once and all

the pack of wolves

The pack of wolves

In the midnight howl

The cry in the night

Eyes red the clamouring claws

The leader stands on stage

Surveying the pack of wolves

Taking his deep breath

“My brothers and sisters!”

The roaring in the night

The stars running bright

“The hunters are coming

We will be hunted!”

The silence in the pack

The shaking heads “We will fight!”

The leader smiles glaring his white fangs

“Of course we can't surrender lamely”

A few silver bullets fly

Hissing in the dark night

Like the silent wind

It takes the targets

One arrow flies

Right to the forehead of the leader

He doesn't have time to duck

He falls before he can run away

The growling and howling

The panic with the pack of wolves

Many silver bullets flying in different directions

The night of wolves; the pack of dead on the ground

When it is over

The hunters appear in the night

Burn them all take no chances

They are the breed we don't need

the dengue breeding

The empty houses

The empty owners

The unkempt compounds

The breeding of mosquitoes

The months and years

The houses aren't cleaned

The empty owners don't bother

The town council officials never see

As long as the owners pay

The annual quit rent and assessment rates

Everything will be fine in their books

But the empty homes pose a threat

The dengue mosquitoes breed

They will nip, suck and fly away

Giving us doses of life and death

On the houses of empty owners

The town councils should invoke its by-laws

Catch the empty owners else take away their homes

The local authority officials should walk the district

Catch the culprits who fail to maintain their homes

the wolves on the hill

The wolves on the hill

They taste the good life

They don't have to worry

Nobody can hunt them

In the full moon

They will cry in pain

They don't understand

Why they have to change?

In their own company

They sing the bad moon

They will laugh in the night

With money and gold bars

Who want to hunt them?

They bought the hunters

Give them the loot of life immortality

Nobody loses in the game

But the wolves forget

The people living in the valley

They burn midnight fires

They wait for the bad moon

it isn't on the same page

The shadow knives

Out to brand its marks

The road of diversions

The nation will cry

The marks seem straight

The white marks on the road

As if it is on the same page

Driving in the same car

At the traffic junction

The pages turn

The driver and passengers

The different route argument

The heat in the car

The cooling system malfunctions

The hot in the collar

The minds full of shadow knives

When the traffic turns green

The car gets stalled on the spot

The shadow knives in the eyes

The time to buy a new car

the dark road

The dark road

Don't go there

Life isn't bad

Hiccups always around

When troubles sing

Stop for a while to think

Remember the positive values

It makes easy living

You think you suffer

Nobody can share with you

If you keep quiet

Even God will not hear

So talk to friends

Close relatives or priest

Something will come out

Don't go to the dark road

Every one will face it

You aren't alone in the universe

Life has many things to do

So go and get the flow

the blue in narrow streets

The blue in narrow streets

In tight formation running slowly

Looking for the irrelevant ones

They want to look good in papers

The small fries always get in the way

There are many crowding in the narrow streets

It is so easy to catch them

But will it feed the hungry people?

The thirst of the truth

Of how the billions still unexplained

Picking up the small fries

Leaving the sharks into the deep hide out

But the truth will not hide

It will appear into the place

A dot here a dot there

Together the piercing flow

Call the main culprit

It doesn't have to go round and round

Digging up unnecessary soil from the ground

When the truth can be found standing right in front

the aging population

The aging population

The country will experience it

The social dilemma will arrive

We don't have concrete plans

The saving before retirement

It isn't enough for most retirees

Within 5 years the monies will be gone

Some will be left behind

The aging population

The crying shame for the nation

The years of good wealth

All gone through greed and corruption

There is no buffer in social funds

The penniless retirees will be left to fend themselves

In our current economic situations it will be worst

For the government leaders aren't in the loop

The retirement homes aren't many

There are no constant flow of money

Most of the times run by charitable organizations

Funding depends on the economy

What now for the aging population?

They have to fend for themselves

The children aren't all charitable

It is a crying shame for the aging souls

we still seek our heavenly bliss

We are here for many reasons

When we were born we didn't know why

We could only cry craving for attention

By our first act we had sinned in our lives

But we didn't know then

We thought we had our rights to be recognized

In the world we were thrown into it

We hardly knew why we came

When we had our education

We could reason we could find why

Our minds begin to explore

Why we are here

We were born to live

We were born to die

Into ashes we will return

Our hosts die we gain our rights

We will learn in our lives

The good, the bad and the worst

Of people we meet of people we learn

How they conduct themselves

Of the worst we have seen

We still enjoy our little paradise

Our first sin now turns into hundreds

But we still hope to reach heavenly bliss

round and round in circle

Round and round in circle

Play the time forget the blue

Long tea breaks and chat rooms

What is the crime? What is the crime?!

Right in the eyes

The walk over so easy to try

But no Sir it is the flight

Round and round in circle

The financial scandals

The top dog keeps his bark

No wagging tail only worrying eyes

Round and round in circle

The dog catchers run

With sticks and nets

Chasing in circle

The strays not the branded breed

The shout out fall on deaf ears

The 4 floated in the air

Round and round in circle

The scandals bleed the lies sing

there will be the fall

There will be the fall

It can't hide forever

The greed and corruption

The lies and half truth

The power abuses

It has been for decades

In history of the times

It sums up for the fall

The power get it blind

The pitfalls on the holes

Too many waiting to be filled

There will be the fall

The last leg of the tour

The decay in the mind

There is no hope but change

For the stars in the eyes

the blue boatman

The large fishing net

Throwing into the sea

The blue boatmen hope to catch

The big fishes in their minds

For days and hours

They spend on the sea

What they have in their large net?

The small fishes get netted in

They feel happy

For days and hours

They don't sail home empty handed

They have the small fishes

The big fishes still free

The blue boatmen still dream

Sometimes they see

Sometimes they forget

naheed be good

“Naheed be good

Don't make a mess around

You have your bike

Don't forget to follow the rules”

But Naheed never listens

He thinks he is the king on the road

He makes so much noise on his machine

Cruising around the neighbourhood

He races along the road

Weaving his machine

“What rules for me?

“I am the daredevil”

His mother stands at the street

“Naheed be good

Don't get carried away

Devil will take you if you forget”

Naheed smiles

Cruising around the neighbourhood

He sees a pretty girl

He forgets to slow his machine

Next thing he knows

He turns turtle screeching tyres

His mother hears it and shouts

“Naheed be good!”

“I am so sorry ma'am

He cruises right to my lane

I couldn't control my car in time

He crushes into mine”

Naheed lies in hospital

Legs and hands in plasters

He remembers his mother advice

“Naheed be good”

how can one bend the truth?

No answer

But we read loud and clear

Barred, banned and prosecute

Of the truth marching out

Is this the way to go?

About our financial scandals

Growing along the corridor of power

Closing down the whistleblowers?

The main culprit walks free

Why not investigate him?

Call him to explain

He should know his answer

The round about way

The long cut to walk home

When there is a bridge nearby

Why pretend to be so blind?

Sue here or sue there

It is just a buying time

To find way to say

How can one bend the truth?