fake degrees

Fake degrees

The market for the money

Those who can't study

Pay money to get it

Phantom members sit

Work the assignments

Sit for the examinations

It's the money isn't it?

Failed form 3

You can get a doctorate

It happens in the market

They say money moves hill

But not all are from the degree mills

Some are issued from reputable universities

It is the candidates who go to sit for the examination

Maybe that's the fault in getting a degree

But bearing in mind in life

A degree doesn't make you a man

A degree doesn't make you a millionaire

It is hard work and patience make the day

the going is falling down

The darkness flow

Out into the open

Where light seem to hidden

By the branches and leaves

The dark shadows move

Under camouflage feeling secured

In silence of the day and night

They listen to tide with the games

The goons of the ruling

The dark shadows will not listen

They are allowed some leeway

Talking bad of the other fences

Every one thinks the strong

The agencies all behind its bad

Nothing will shake it away

But Jehovah Elohim will never say

The time of the fall

It has beem written in the last alphabet

The going is falling down

The Lord God has already planned

one man makes the shame

One man makes the shame

The nation faces the people ashame

There is still no end in sight

The getaway hatching seems not right

In the far distance we hear

The gong of the Bamboo River

Calling the sinners and bad hats

Time to face the music

One man can't let go

He is so afraid to face the bars

He knows he has done wrong

The sins will not let him off easily

The garden of Eden

It has been tainted by the snake

Setting traps of materialism

He falls and so are his cohoots

The Bamboo River ringing

The far cry calling their names

They think they have the time

Planning their escape but gates are locked

One man who forgets democracy

He sees his shadows trap in the back door

The tide is rising to mark the boundaries

There is no escape but suffered for his sins

breakaway

Breakaway

You don't have to stay

Listening to the lies

Money in the account

He says is donation

He can't explain

Breakway

Don't let the bad consume you

As you walk the street

Listen to the wind

It tempts your faith

Breakaway

It never brings you cheers

You may get the crumbs

You will not last long

You will live in sin

Breakaway

Don't be a tool to others

You are hungry for money

You have sold your soul

You will not see the light

Look at your pictures

Shouting loud without substance

You don't listen to your lies

You let the culprit go

You collect the crumbs

Don't you see the irony?

You let the billions thief get away

You don't use placard to shout

You don't demand for action

You are sleeping for the crimes

Breakway

The yolk which binds you

The crumbs of money you collect

You don't see the lies at all

You get the money and you forget

the poor romeo dog

The poor Romeo

Once the dog was young stud

Running around his territory

The owner gave him food

He had a good life

Sleeping at the porch of the house

No other dogs would dare to roam

He would chase or fight them

Once his partner died

Of and illness years ago

The poor Romeo

He felt alone and neglected

Today the owner doesn't bother

The Romeo dog is badly treated

No more shining body but shabby sign

He is just waiting for his time

The Romeo dog still hangs round

Though he isn't treated well

He still stays loyal to his master

But his time is numbered

can't you see?

Can't you see?

The way of our lives

The double lanes for us

We are separated

They want you to listen

The words they speak

The hidden cues in their minds

They want to change our Constitution

Can't you see?

They use religion to fool

The minds sinking into depts

Wake up and know the truth

The way of our lives

It will change dramatically

The piece of legislation

They want to divide

The nation is Secular

She has to stay this way

Let nobody try to belittle her true values

Let us bury them for the untruth

we can't live a language

We can't live a language

We will not travel far

We will stay relevant at home

Beyond the borders we are afraid

The more languages we learn

The many languages we speak

It is our own good and the nation pride

It isn't for the one way street politicians

What's wrong to speak many languages?

It never shows we are less patriotic

We are as good as anyone in the world

English is the bridge of knowledge and connections

It is the self serving politicians who misbehave

They just want to push the people down

They will go and study in English schools

They send their children overseas

It is time the rural folks realize

The world is out there to everyone

Learn as many languages as you can

You will never be left far behind!

once it was

They work hard

Day and night through the week

Everyday without fail they will

Slowly the business flourishes

In time the business grows

Everyone knows about the shop

The owners feel they earned it now

After years of roughing it out

The success dulls them

They don't plan to buy own shop

They think they get the rental low

They will be around many years more

But time has the habit to change

The owner wants back his shop

It is said of higher rental or he wanted to sell

The couple faces the dilemma

They can't find a suitable place

The shops are now beyond their reach

The shop lots have become too expensive

During those good years they didn't think

Now the opportunity gone

They years of toiled wasted

The couple face a bleak future

They can't find a better location

the low of black gold

The black gold is low

The red faces in the dark

Once the flushing of oil money

Now the headaches loom

The keeping of contingency plan

It seems hardly in the way

Use the oil money to developments

Of tomorrow hardly a cause of concern

Now the raw oil is low

The oil and gas companiess badly affected

The economy of survival looms ahead

The sattisfying moments have gone

The rural Malays better wake up

The handouts to fish for votes will be gone

Promising developments to fool your eyes

There will be no money to cater around it

The other minority races

Don't think of other handouts too

Don't let the bad keep in tow

The addiction must go

Now help the nation

Get rid of the crooks

They bring a bad name and shame

Time we take back our face and dignity

the hill of our times

The hill of our times

The time has moved on

The wind whirring it away

We forget the connections

Standing high on the hill

The whispering wind caressess

Every part of the body

And it never stays long

The hill of our times

We seem to forget

We don't play it

We spin it away

We look down on the top

The spotlights on the valley

The sparkles in our eyes

Remembering those times

The hill of our times

We have forgotten it

We better bring it back

The hours will never wait

The silence of the wind

It never calls in the night

Even the insects stay quiet

We have to make the sound

The hill of our times

Once the music in our minds

The years moved on

We forget to tune it up

the trojan horses

The trojan horses

They hide in many places

These group of people

They will not show their hands

They play a game of both sides

They want to get the seeds both ways

They can't have one way street

Once they know how much they are worth

They are the whisperers

To the willing ears to listen

They will plant words

Of which they are trained specialists

The trojan horses

The intention to bring a person down

But the lives will be short lived

The trojan horses never live long

the young indian woman

The young Indian woman walks

On the side road of one morning

Heads looking down as she walks

A 1.5km walk to the bus station

The sun is rising slowly

The bright sunshine day

She walks on her normal pace

There is no hurrying

Many cars passing by

No driver stops by to give a lift

Maybe she will not accept

The danger of kidnapping

She is a young woman

Of shapely body and a good height

She walks with ease on the road

No driver horns at her

In the bright sunshine day

The young Indian woman walks

I slow down at the bridge

Only see her in the bright rays

learn to play fair

Jail the leaders of the opponents

The ruling elites think they will cripple the force

They should think twice it had happened before

The opposition would become more relevant

The ruling elites forget

There are many will rise from the ranks

They will take the mettle to forge ahead

There will be no vacuum instead there will be winners

The seasoned leaders may sit in prison

Writing notes on the walls and in note books

Maybe people may forget about them

But once they are out from prison the force will begin

Now the ruling elites are running afraid

They talk too much and too arrogant

The words get mixed in the wind

It has no bite for lack of sincerity

Jail the leaders of the opponents

The ruling elites will not stay in chair

The people have made up their minds

The by-elections were just to play the game

if you want to change, you should vote

The young adults should know

The country needs you to vote

For a better future in your time

Don't leave it to gerrymeandering way

If you want to change, you should vote

It's no use shouting at the sidelines

Holding placards to denounce the bad

It will not work the routines will flow

If you want to win, you should change

The mindsets leaving for others to do

You have to get involved to effect the flow

Playing ignorant will not solve your woes

When the bad still stucks in your mind

If you want to change, you should vote

If you want to win, you should change

You have to get involved to effect the flow

a voodoo in the corridor?

Is there a voodoo in the corridor?

Everything throwing at the man

He still walks free as if nothing happens

He can even dish out advice

How high he want to fly?

There must be a change

Too much baggage in soul

He will fall in time

Is there a voodoo in the corridor?

The pilot seems to fly high

Laughing at the fools in the valley

“Don't you know what I do?”

“I am not running away

I want to take as much as I can

You listen to my advice

Take my crumbs and stay calm”

But he forgets the power of the drums

The ringing in his ears he should wake up

We aren't the fools as you may think we are

We will bide for our times to shoot you down

But now is there a voodoo in the corridor?

Everything throwing at the man

He still walks free as if nothing happens

“Don't you know what I do?”

the putter's hold

The fore drive ahead

The shot to the green

The shouting to avoid

Who will listen?

Falling on the green

The putter and the hole

The curses of misses

The drain of energy

The money too

When the bet is one

The energy expanded

The sweat on the forehead

The drive on the hole

The putter will try to roll

The rolling ball along its way

Cross fingers falling in exactly

Once it misses

The shout of curses ring

The putter doesn't care

The need of that hole

the bad people

The bad people

It is always there

You like it or not

They will not go away

Some are born into it

Living in an environment

Behaving bad is the in thing

When they see others do

Some are followers of the bad

They know what they want to do

Knowing their kind of life will be short

They will take whatever they can

The bad people

The time will not change

They will not let go

The short lived luxurious life

They live in the fast lane

Wine, song, women and money

Easy come easy go that's the way

The bad people know the shelf life

The bad people

Not many have changed

They go from bad to worst

In and out prison like sandwiches

The bad people

In many forms we have seen

The 7 capital sins will mark their faces

They will find it hard to escape

the busy world

The busy world

It never sleeps

It keeps moving around

If we can't chase it

We should go to sleep

The living know

It is finding the flow

They need it to survive

Nobody can be lazy

Sleeping the whole night through

The busy world

The drumbeats of economy

The back stabbing and lies flow

The living and dead in our eyes

The busy world

It never stops for anyone

The future isn't for the lazy

The living should know

It is finding the flow

the inside job

The marine police condoned the sea

With curfew to curb the Islamic militants

Yet the kidnapping still happens

On Sabah soil crying in fear and pain

The pictures and videos posted

Pay the ransom they will be free

The value of a religious teaching low

There are nothing but murderers!

The police should investigate internally

Why these Islamic militants can escape

Maybe there are supporters living in Sabah

Some may live in Sarawak

They seem to escape the marine police dragnet

They seem to know when to strike and escape

Even with curfew hours imposed in Sabah

There must be inside feeding the information

It is always sad to read and hear

The Islamic militants kidnapped a few

Parade them in the enemy's background

Asking for ransome running into millions

nothing will save his soul

The face of defeat

He hasn't felt it yet

He will get there

When the time arrives

The line of changes

He wants it happens

Before he takes it on the road

The nagging fear in his mind

He will stay to face the defeat

This is what written long ago

He will lead the charge

The dark brigade to the light

Tell me what you see?

When the exposures never disappear

It will hang you to dry in the minds

You know you will face the defeat

He thinks he has the laws

He can use it to defend himself

With his sidekicks branding the marks

This is what written long ago

This is the last to go

He will face the huge defeat

The dark brigade facing the light

Nothing will save his soul

leave a light for me

Don't forget when you go

Leave a light for me in the dark

I can't see in the darkness

When the light is no more

Hold me the light in you

I can feel the warm glow

I can't be losing staying true

Don't forget when you go

Leave me a light for me to see

Walking in the dark alleyways

Feeling blues when you are gone

In the night of the darkness

Tomorrow is another day

The happiness will bring me to smile

The smiling face when I see

The light in you sharing with me through

So don't forget when you go

Leave a light for me in the dark

Feeling blues when you are gone

I can feel the warm glow

the old road

The old road

Of mud and stones

The childhood memories

The potholes when it rains

The footprints of the young

Walking miles to another village

Climbing slope feeling the air

The old road in my mind

Sometimes the old road

The long bumpy rides on the bicycle

Avoiding the muddy potholes and splashes

It is the footprints of the young

Nothing hardly stays

In times the old road is tarred

The long stretch of road

The dark colour in the eyes

It is called development

In time the villages too are gone

Displace, bring down with high rise buildings

And the cool weather slowly disappears

the midnight hour

The midnight hour

The souls of the dark appear

Watching the scenes

Eyes of hollowness

It's their time to play

They catch souls to live again

Don't go out in the midnight hour

If you know what is good for you

The silence in the midnight

The wind stay still in the air

The smell of decadence

The night of dark souls

The dark alleys in the city

The cats and dogs hide in shadows

Ears pop up listening intently

The whisper of the dark souls

The midnight hour

The souls of dark appear

It's their time to play

If you know what is good for you

the peacock

The peacock stands

On the corridor spreading its wings

Bewitching the crowd of smiling faces

The power of addiction never fails

Give them a little power

They will go crazy in the heads

The peacock shakes its body

The feathers flowing in the air

The crowd of addicted bodies

They run after the falling feathers

The eyes of gold images of falling souls

They never think they want the gold

The peacock stands

On the corridor spreading its wings

The power of addiction never fails

The falling angels cry for the humans

be the handyman

The handyman

We all must be one

We can't stay away

We have to face the truth

We have to get our hands dirty

We can't pretend we don't see it coming

The heavy doses of lies creeping in

The heavy baggage and scandals

The faulty wires bury deep in the walls

We don't see the wastages creeping out

We are fighting for the race, religion and supremacy

Leaving the backdoors wide open to cause us pain

We all must be one

Be the handyman to fix our basic lines

Once we realize we have to change

The future will stay bright

i am a walking

I am a walking

To the road to paradise

Looking at the poles

The big signs say

“Don't commit the 7 capital sins

You will not go to paradise

The dream will not materialise

You have to change your mind”

I stand there looking

The poles never blink an eye

The 7 capital sins flashing by

“Do any one you will deny return to Eden”

I am a walking

Listening to the wind

The flaming sword guarding paradise

Boom the angel's voice”Return to your world”

I am a walking

Back to the good and evil world

To cleanse a soul embrace the good

It isn't easy way to live in this world

there must be a natural justice

Ghani Patail

You have your rights

But you don't pursue it

Are you afraid of your skeletons?

Everyone knows about natural justice

No company can dismiss a worker without reasons

There must be a domestic inquiry to deal with it

It gives the worker a chance to defend himself

You were sacked immediately without just cause

In the Constitution you are answerable to the King

There must be a board to try your case

If you are wrongly sacked from your post as AG

But you never go for it

You never say a thing

A year later you come in to say

“I can be sacked by deem fit by the prime minister”

You should help the nation

Spill what you know and save your soul

Don't watch from the side road

You get your injustice now fight it back!

the great liar

The great liar

The back door smells

Doesn't he smell it?

The whole house in cool air

He speaks of advice

He should listen to his own

What the people say loudly?

In the politics of divide and rule?

Lucifer of fire origin

He will say all kinds of things

He is crazy of collecting souls

He wants to show to Jehovah Elohim

Once he was in Eden

He plays his tricks and how he suffer

In the land of good and evil

Together with Adam and Eve

The great liar breeds

Many to talk on the stage

The 7 capital sins ringing loudly

Many have fallen on its weight

don't play politics for personal glory

Too many political parties

Crowded the voters' minds

Why can't the politicians pick?

The party suits the nation interests?

Is it for personal glory?

Hoping to get into history?

Better remember it is

The nation and her people

Bee Anne has run its course

The personal gratifications arise

These leaders become arrogant

They think the nation and people owe them!

The political parties leaders

They better think twice now

The people aren't like before

The changes of the game has began

Don't bring racial agenda

The party will not survive

We are multi-racial and multi colours

The nation is our task and her wealth

Don't play politics for personal gains

You will not stay long in the arena

The wind of change in the air

The nation of people will make it right

show no fear or favour

The favoured troublemakers

They will not subject to the intimidating raids

The police will take a long time to arrive

Until the public outcry

We can see the differences

With critics of Bee Anne

There will be midnight raids

There will be direct order to report

While the favoured troublemakers

They can live as if nothing will happens

As we have seen so many times before

They arrive in the morning leave the same day

With the opposing critics there will be remand orders

The police want to retain for investigation purposes

The favoured troublemakers there is none for them

If only the police show no fear or favour

The face of the police

It has come down low in our eyes

We try to believe them

But they don't walk the talk they pick and choose

don't fall into the lake of fire

There are lies in the air

It never wants to go away

Everyday there will be new ones

Sharing with the people

There the lies will take hold

The people who just listen and follow

Without thinking about it

Losing it all when the eggs break

Those we are clever

They will keep it a distance

They forget to share it

The lies still spread

The lies keep repeating

Hammering through the air waves

Too many times it happens

People will think it is the truth!

The pack of wolves

They will keep howling through

It isn't over until all have fallen

So they think they will do

Good will stand

Forming a barricade of defence

Against all odds it stands its ground

Even threats will not bulge it away

The liars will know

The fate in the lake of fire

Wake up before it is too late

When death takes its hold