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
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