the political race

There is a cry

In our minds

Of a time

It has gone by

The unity of races

It seems to break away

What the politicians like to say

Using the race card to sustain the base

The truth on the ground

The races can't believe the politicians

They try to stir up race discrimination

We aren't the fools they think we are

In time of troubles

The races will come to each other aids

There is no such thing as race discrimination

We come together to make whole living

In our minds

The politicians will try

The game of race

It will never work this time

There are trouble makers

No doubt they will come

Pay them money to stir up troubles

In the nation of peace loving majority

Lucky for us

The men in blue watch closely

On the trouble makers in our society

Leave them to the police

it's the last sail

It's the last sail

The storm gathers force

The wind sing loudly

The waves dance with glee

The punctured holes on the body

The groaning in sadly eyes

The sails tear into holes

Frayed, tear and lifeless in the wind

The once mighty ship

Now battered in many ways

Looking into the roar of the waves

Knowing the end is inevitable

The sea water

Call the debt to pay

It can seep through

When arrogance forgets

Now the ship whining

The broken spirits on board

Waving the white flags

The wind says it is too late

The high tides hit

The ship cracks thundering cry

Into the deep shaft of agony

Sinking into the deep sea

the untouchables

The untouchables

We put them there

Yet they shoot down us

Thinking we are fools

The day will come

We have our pen

Putting into the boxes

Cast the demons out

The laws should be blind

It has no face or eyes

It is also colour blind

But with the untouchables..

The laws seem to have eyes

Picking and choosing as it likes

It is the little napoleons

They carry the wrong balls

The untouchables

The day will come

They will pay

One has gone to jail

who want slow internet?

Who want slow internet speed?

Nobody in the right frame of mind

Here we have a minister

Dishing out irrelevant answer

How many millions curse?

Every time the internet service is slow?

Even you pay for a higher speed

You will get half of it

It is a monopoly market

The GLC controls it

As it is saying 'take it or leave it”

It's time the minister wakes up

Sleeping in the land of the wind

He should have listened to the sound

Traveling so fast he can feel the speed

Internet speed should be like the wind

Quiet, fast and efficient

Sometimes rock the houses

That's should be the internet speed

Nobody will pay for slow internet

We can't be a developed nation

By the time the year arrives 2020

Even with our broad band speed

We haven't caught up with our neighbours

when the axe falls

When the axe falls

The good life will be gone

It's no use giving excuses

Fool yourself but not others

Every day look in the mirror

What secrets you hide will not disappear

Somehow days or years it will return

What excuses you want to say?

Nothing matters much

Power is just a test of faith

How one conduct it will tell later

The wrong deeds will be expose

When the axe falls

Crying make no difference

Behind bars to pay for failures

Power is just a test of faith

they know heaven is waiting

Me and You

And the rabid dogs

Running on the streets

Some cry some argue

Me and You

And the animal lovers

Which side we are in?

When rabies run wild

Me and You

Think of it

The rabid dogs have to go

They know heaven is waiting

We see what a disease can do

There is no way to argue about it

Let the rabid dogs leave this world

They know heaven is waiting

Me and You

And the rabid dogs

They know heaven is waiting

We better let the rabid dogs go

in time of assistance

A few days ago

2 Chinese college students

Stopped me to ask for help

To start their stalled car

It was at the Tesco car park

I couldn't help them to get going

I didn't have the start up cables

But tried to contact my usual mechanic

A Malay family stopped by

He knew what would happen

As earlier he saw the lights were on

While the college students went shopping

He drove around a while

Hopping to see the college students

He knew what had happened

He took out his start up cables

Within minutes the car came alive

It was a sign of relief for all of us

The college students drove away

The Malay man took his family home

On the ground I could see

We still live as one family

In time of troubles help will come

No colour no race no religion

you want to make police report?

You make police report

Of something you have seen

Of something you have heard

You want the police to investigate

If you think it holds some truth

If you think it affects the nation as a whole

You know you can't play “I don't know”

And let it pass but it still hurts your mind

The sad truth

The police will come after you

What you report affects somebody's turf

You will haul up and interrogate

The one you make a police report

He walks free no police action

Like Khairuddin now sits in police jail

Use Sosma to hold him in chain

It tells a sad story

When police play politics

Instead of staying neutral

They forget who pay?

So Sosma is misused

Khairuddin isn't a terrorist

He just wants answer to 1MDB

And maybe the $2.6 billion in private accounts

You want to make police report?

Better think twice to get involved

Don't touch on the “Brahmin”

They will think you are a nuisance

the rabid dogs 3

The rabid dogs

Came to haunt the nation

The people are upset

The people are worried

We have enough bad publicity

The nation doesn't need another

Yet this is what we got

The mass culling upset some

The rabid dogs must be culled

We can't cry and demand to stop

The watch dogs fail to see it coming

Once it spreads everyone start shouting

Talk of vaccinations

The supply runs out of stock

But the rapid dogs will not stay quiet

They will bite and spread the disease

don't be lazy

Work hard for the money

Don't be lazy waiting for crumbs

A man will never progress

He will get stuck on his woes

When he wakes up

He blames the sky

He sings bad songs

He hates his life

The money drugs get into him

So easy to get without output

He thinks he gets a good bargain

He wastes his life on the lower end

Work hard for the money

Don't be lazy waiting for crumbs

The money drugs get into him

He wastes his life on the lower end

He has to unchain himself

Let go of the feeding handouts

Work hard for the money

The progress he will see

Work hard for the money

Don't talk of rights and benefits

It will come into the picture

With the honest living

know when to fight and retreat

Stick to principles

Know the rules of the game

Honesty is good to cultivate

Don't be a hero sink in the head

When the stakes are high

Know when to retreat and recoup

There is no shame to give way

As long as there is a reason

It is better to fight for another day

Then be dead with unfinished business

Stick to principles

Know the rules of the game

In a war the rules keep changing

When you are at a losing end

Assess the outcome don't be dead

With it the end is over

Honesty is good for our living

Standing up for a principle

But know the drawbacks

The dead can't fight anymore

the clear sky in the afternoon

In the afternoon

The wind keep blowing

Within minutes I see the sky

Slowly changing to clear white blue

The mountain slopes see

The shining of the afternoon rays

It brings the mountain range beauty

After days of haze

But there are idiots here

They don't understand of haze

They keep open burning

Like habit no jail time

The enforcement officers

They don't go rounding the neighbourhoods

They rather stay in office

Blame it on the Indonesians

The sun rays shining now

Though the minute particles will stay

The air quality will take some changing

But the mountain range the green sight

sebby piggy rides

Martin sits on the floor

With round tub of water to play

The magic hands stirring

The bubbles of invincible ripples

He enjoys his quiet time

The joy of clothing moving quickly

Humming softly to himself

He never sees Sebby coming from behind

With a yell and a tackle

Sebby catches his father's neck

Holding it steady as he leans on him

Smell his father keep in his mind

“Do you surrender, Daddy?

Buy me an ice-cream”

Martin pretends not to hear

Sebby playing on his back

The moments like this

Father and son in playing mood

The memories will stay

When seeing these photos again

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Anina

Don't waste your time

Amno baru has forsaken you

The racist party every one knows

You tried your best

The Langkawi glow

The party leaders didn't see

They thought you were a traitor

The party leaders whipped white cream

Stirring it up with a tasty touch

They know where the gravy train is

Sadly for you there was nothing

You say you fight for your party and nation

What have the party done in those years?

Giving out handouts screaming at other races

Where is the backbone to stand on?

Anina

No doubt you have the guts to do

While the millions other members sleep

The magic of money sometimes make wonders

While other division leaders stay so quiet?

I pray you get your fight in the ring

But don't get your hope so high yet

Don't dream of going back to Amno baru

You are practically fighting on your own

the illegal speed racers

The illegal speed racers

In the middle of the night

When traffic becomes slow moving

The dare devils revving in full swing

The sound of the machines

Revving up in the night of doom

Don't they see the devil smiling?

“Welcoming to my world!”

I am afraid they don't see

The uneven road of death awaits

The speed races and companions

Racing on the highway

What have they learned?

Growing up from small?

They don't have 9 lives

They have only one to live and die

But the speed racers

Wrong in their heads and minds

What they see is no paradise

When the machines fall....

They can't say goodbye

They can't say prayers

Once in the grip of the devil

Nothing will help in the end

haze at the door

Haze at the door

The morning see it worst

The thick white blanket on the mountain

It never breathes healthy

Out of the door

The smell of thick smoke

Floating in the air

What's there to say?

Why don't we rally it?

Advice Indonesians enough of the haze

Why not we take up class action?

Enough of silly excuses

But our leaders will let it go

The brothers nation should forgive

No need to play the game

Singapore think otherwise

We are suffering Bee Anne government

We don't need haze to add to our pains

The Cabinet members aren't doing it properly

Even trying to distort pictures on its website

The smell of haze

It isn't good for our health

The long term effects

We can't wait and cry

our lives are many stops

There are many stops

In our lives as we breathe

The sun, the moon, the stars

The dreams, the memories, the desires

One destination to pursue

On this Earth we will live and die

Along the way there are stops

We will learn and enrich our lives

Nothing stays permanent

Even religion one will keep changing

The scriptures to suit the times

While others may stay where they are

Thinking permanency will bring benefits

But life has its own ways to pursue

There are varieties in one's life

If only we see it in its proper gifts

We are put here to learn

How a small paradise will work

To bring the whole into perspective

Of why sometimes one person moves the whole

Don't live on a rigid routine

It will never brings benefits

Look at the brances of a tree

The many ways to make a statement

Each of us will have our stops

Learn it, wise it up, relearn it, and move on

Live the memories, learn to forgive, learn to smile

Once destination arrives; new one will begin

haze of sickness

Woke up in the morning

I saw the mountain range

Clear in the sky

Maybe I thought it was to be

Nay..it never happened

Within an hour the haze came

Counting the hours of the day

By afternoon no sign of the mountain

The air quality is bad

The visibility is still bearable

The nation can't do much

The Cabinet ministers talk

Tea-breaks and sharing notes

In Indonesia trying to put blame

Offering help from Singapore

Indonesia turned it down

In Malaysia talking of MOUs

Through the years what happened?

I guess nothing much in the bag

Since 1997 when haze laughing at us

Coughing and sore throat

Medicines or home remedies

But with the haze growing thick

Indonesia will pay for her sins

the rally marching on

I see

The red light

I see

The yellow blink

I see

The red flags

I see

The yellow tees

I see

The ruling elites

Running around

Who to support?

Don't go out to join

The red flags

The yellow tees

The prison gates wait

The people who go

Listening to the reasons

The yellow balloons fly

The ruling elites cry

Don't go out to play

The blues are waiting

In the end who listen?

The rally marching on

the blues took a long while

The blues took a long while

When the threats said and done

Placards displayed touting began

The racism roared its ugly head

The blues never took charge

The racist rally goers went overboard

What dignity had they lost?

It looked like their minds are poisoned

Of the false claims and falsehoods

Displaying the one way street attitude

They wanted to say they own this land

They should have gone back to school

Learn it well and understand it

We are all basically migrated here

The land of many colours shining bright

The blues finally acted on it

After 10 days of the last event

One of the ring leaders under police investigations

Maybe it is just for show to appease the public?

Maybe this ring leader finally realized

He isn't above the law at all

He claimed he was the middle man

The blues should find out who is the organiser

Though one Amno baru leader claimed he wasn't the one

Now who paid for all the expenses for the last rally?

Will this man charge under Sosma?

The show will go on

The perception of the blues

It's way down the line

There will be a long way to shine

Until we change this government

fish head rotten

The fish head rotten

It smells here and overseas

Every connected person

Some stay quiet others raise alarm

It stinks everyday

Every one has to hide

Leaving the blank spaces

Outsiders easy to sneak in

A true gentleman

He will know his time

Too many bad publicity

He has no choice but to resign

But the fish head rotten

It never wants to die

It makes the water so smelly

Other fishes have to escape

The fish breeder finally arrives

Take his net scoop up the fish head rotten

He throws in the pail alone it stays

Till the moment it will die

the bad thugs

The bad thugs

Knocking on the way

Raising alarm in Petaling Street

As if they own it all

Raising red flags

Promoting communism?

The bad thing

Shouting loud and clear

Pay the demonstrators

Creating chaos in the minds

These wild creatures

Better put them in crusade

The bad thugs

They have nothing to do

Get money to play noise

Creating chaos in the minds

The bad thugs

Knocking on the way

Raising alarm in Petaling Street

Crowing loudly as if they run the country

no way up if no change

The deja vue

The way of the current issues

The past history knocking doors

The playing of race card again

The deviation of issues

The party members of Amno baru

The top leaders in government

They keep their elegant silence

Even the twitter top cop

He seems to hear no evil

Maybe Isis keeps him busy

In the open one Amno leader raises alarm

He is threatening the nation

Of the consequences of not following his demands

It is already seditious yet no word hit him back

He seems to be above the law

The men in blue

They hardly come to investigate

They take their own sweet time

If opposition leader, it is immediate action!

The Malay Muslims should jihad themselves

They shouldn't put blame on other races

Amno baru has failed them to progress

They should stand up for change