the cry in the jungle

The cry in the jungle

The spirits who live for ages

They have tolerated the vast clearing

The ill-conceived plans to development

For decades they keep watch

Listening to the cries and prayers

Of the original inhabitants of the land

The Orang Asli who lived in our midst

We hear them protests

As bulldozers encroached their lands

They fight with the developers

They will lose the encounters

As the uniformed personnel will march in

Chase them away or lock them up

There is no dialogue to find it why

The land of the Orang Asli

There will be token of assistance

Helping them to assimilate in society

Some have made the grade in employment

Many are still living in the forests

The spirits of the jungle

They aren't sleeping in their walk

They are feeling angry and restless

The retributions will come

Kelantan had it last year

When major flood caused untold misery

The greed of humans still never learn

The spirits will weave their magic