the apple polishers

The apple polishers

They only think for themselves

The wealth creation and position

They will seek to get it quick

With a string of qualifications

They think they are learned professionals

Spewing up to curry favours

Even of crumbs they will pick it up

The whole picture they don't see

The apple polishers issuing statements

They think they are clever

They are just standing waving placards

The public will not agree

When the truth hasn't been released

The apple polishers they only seek

The wealth creation and position

the potholes on the road

The potholes on the road

It has been there for weeks

One party digs it up laying cables

The contractor never covers it properly

With heavy rainfall hitting the road

The potholes return once again

It barely a month since it was tarred

The potholes bid its welcome sign

The danger on the road

The motorists will face

The danger of an accident

Touch wood it hasn't happened

Two days ago the contractor came

With workers clearing the debris

Sweeping off the unused particles

Putting on a new coat of tar

Today there is a pothole

Slowly showing its glee

In time it will grow bigger

The checking hasn't done

The JKR officers

Don't they check the public roads?

When a job is done

Will they come and check?

nobody likes to pay taxes

Nobody likes to pay taxes

In whatever forms it is said

As long as it never benefits the tax-payers

It will be a bad taxation

The Amno baru ministers can agree

Telling the public accepted GST

Nobody will agree to tax imposition

When it is used for other purposes

The real truth hasn't been published

Most likely it will never see the light of day

As long as Bee Anne stays on its chair

We will be milk dry in our pockets

We can't give anymore

The costs of living taking its toll

Our pockets have become light

That Bee Anne has to go!

let us be free

The attacks on the opposition

The Bee Anne leaders begin

The newspapers and television news

It will be reported tilting its views

One party leaders has protested

In many forms he could think

Letting the public know

He thinks he has done a good job

Instead he brings bad news

The Bee Anne leaders dare not say

The childish pranks will not bring good cheers

It will bring a downhill to the ground

The opposition must dig in

Differences must stay in the background

It is understandable to have different ideals

But don't go overboard but fight for a change

The Bee Anne leaders begin

The attacks on the opposition

Every opportunity its leaders will paint

How good they are how bad the opponents

Don't let Bee Anne stay

Enough of its high costs and corruption

It's time to cut off the yolk

Let us be free and choose our preference

seek the truth and fly

The Malays

Where are your charms these days?

Don't let bad leaders go away

Telling lies as they enrich their banks

The shortcut to wealth

It is illegal all the way

It never brings happiness

It sows the seeds of bad faith

The Malays

Wake up and seek the change

Use the grey matters

Poke at the leaders

Disunity a curse of a fall

It has been in ages gone

The Malays

Don't let opportunities slip away

Seek the truth

And it will make you fly with glee

The Malays

Where are your charms these days?

no sir the country is secular

Bee Anne has to go

Don't let the party stay

It brings no good news

The bad songs in our ears

The country is Secular

It has been in our Constitution

Bee Anne wants the syariah law

It's only hope to survive

One minister goes around

Telling the Islamic faithfuls

It is good for their souls

He doesn't tell it is a sadistic move

Losing body parts

It isn't a laughing bargain

The handicapped persons

Who will be charitable?

Telling the non-muslims to butt off

The Islamic law isn't applicable to them

But look at the recent cases involved

The little napoleons branding their way

No Sir the country is Secular

It has to stay this way

It is our foundation of our nation

So Bee Anne must go away

on a river boat

On a river boat

Sailing down the way

The man sings his song

Strumming his guitar

Let the melody entertain

The leaves wave along

Falling into the water

Floating along with the river boat

The lost love forever gone

He sees his reflection

A face of lost love

On a river boat

The man sits quietly

Let his guitar sing

To the natural inhabitants

Watching him in many moves

The women on the river bank

They look at him and smile

Some wave to him

They don't say a word

As his river boat sails by

On a river boat

Sailing down the way

The man sings his song

Looking at the women

On the river bank

a fame went down in flame

The night of party

The celebrations in full swing

The friends she gathered

A night of dream

The internet sensation

A short clip of fame

In her mind she forgot to exchange

It might go wrong in flame

As the night went on

She went on her celebrating mood

By tomorrow she could be famous

A spy who could not escape

For a few silver dollars

She could see her star

The brightness in her eyes

She forgot to think of the flame

When the deed was done

She saw the blue gang came

She was bewildered and scared

What fame she had?!

It wasn't a movie or prank

It was the real thing in the real world

A crime of murder done in daylight

A fame went down in flame

the nights of ah mo1

The nights of Ah Mo1

The pot of gold in the mind

Everyone is talking about it

The open sesame never arrives

The land of oil

The trade engages

The fete for a cause

The hidden whisper in song

The big drums of oil

The sealed of confidentiality

Nobody can open it

It stays a big sore in our heads

The nights of Ah Mo1

The dark angels fly around

They smell the hit of sinful souls

They will not disappear

The exchanges in the night

Ah Mo1 sings his pleas of help

The dark angels will not be bought

A bad soul must be caged and probed

The nights of sinners

The open sesame can't be opened

The sword of angels swinging here and there

The bad souls must be banished

The nights of Ah Mo1

The screaming in his head

Feeling the heat of fire

Crawling in circles licking out the skins

the ghost dogs

The ghost dogs

In the days and nights

Wearing all blacks

In covert moves and disappears

They will choose targets

Carefully planned its executions

Once it is done there is no contact

There is no ransom demanded

The ghost dogs

They work behind the scenes

They will carry out orders

Like robbers and thieves

The targets stay alive or dead?

The ghost dogs will not care

They go to extract a target

Once it is done they will stay quiet

The police will carry out investigations

The shadow plays in all probability

Establishing a task force to investigate

The ghost dogs will have disappeared

This is a confusing land

Blindly following orders

The ghost dogs behave

An organization for itself

religion is free for salvation

Religion is opium

Once you are hooked

You can't get out

You are swallowed up

Into its might of colourful lights

The beautiful sound you will hear

It says it will enrich your soul

It fights for you on your sins

You will be liberated

You don't have to do a thing

Religion is opium

It never wants you to go

It never allows you to escape

Even you want to change

You will see hear the calling

Every walk every nook and corner

You will listen to the subtle messages

“You can't get away!”

Some try to forget

Walking in and out like zombies

They don't give a damned of their souls

They are the lost sheep running on the hill

They don't see the wolves shaping into it

The easy picking the easy preys

Once the sins get hold of you

You will be at its mercy

You will cry in all eternity

Religion is opium

It never abandons its causes

There is always a help

If only you stay true to its teaching

Discarded the bad teachers

Discarded the fear and oppression

Religion is free for salvation

erection deficiency

Men watch your diet

Don't eat just to stay alive

Know the food intake

It will help you when you need it most

The fast food and cafe joints

It has caused the poor diet

Men when you can't experience it up

It's time to check your food menu

Even the young adults

They get the erection deficiency

It has caused countless misery

When it matters the most

The intimacy should rock

But it has turned wimp and flat

The erection defiency cracks the manhood

The performance weakness erodes confidence

When there is insufficient blood flow

The sexual performance will be low

The sexual confidence declines

The worrying trends affecting work and relationships

When erection deficiency declines

Most men will cry and worry

Now think before you consume

On the food on your plate

Don't think of viagra

It has its toxics in the body systems

A life can be lost; don't waste money and time

Score the hit on the first consumption

the dawn of history will make its way

Don't fall asleep

When the dawn of history is arriving

Stay up and push the change

We will be better off than before

Don't let the crooks stay

Don't let them pass the laws

They want to create fear

The waving placards never realize

They are blinded

Falling on the false promise

Once they are charged in it

Will they cry for mercy?

The edge of change

We must stand up for it

Let Bee Anne bite the dust

We don't need it anymore

So many things gone wrong

Every institution has no balls

We are facing a financial falls

The debts are piling weighing us down

Wake up stay for the change

The dawn of history will make its way

Everything looks impossible

But nobody can predict of tomorrow!

the old trees

The old trees by the road

The old shade trees near the pond

The bulldozers came knocked it down

The shade is gone

The housing development knocked the door

The detour the trees had to sacrifice

Though the town council didn't think hard

The trees had stood the test of time

The smell of developments

The natural trees will be chopped down

Leaving the birds no place to hide

Searching of food; shade from the sun

Now the empty space

Maybe a new road will be built

The new bus station near the market

The value of properties will hike

the compromising positions

The shit falls

On everyone's head

Now we realise

We got hit!

Every institution head

Nothing is clear anymore

Every action seems compromise

We can't hold our heads high

The smell of the bad

We can cover the holes

The air we breathe however

We have to hold our noses

The last python

Growing too heavy to run

It can only squeeze tight

But the sword is falling down

A short breathing space

It can't run out for long

The tiring mind and face

The fall into disgrace

the poisons in our lives

The poisons we make

We stockpile it for a reason

To strike fear of death

In the everyday living

The leaders of a rogue nation

They don't care of the living

When it suits their purposes

The poisons will be initiated

The assassins and murderers

They will use it withour fear

Death is a face they know it well

It is only the timing in their lives

The ancient leaders and emperors

They knew of poisons in their time

So poisons we know today

It isn't something new to hit our minds

It is the easy way to give death a name

Easy to carry easy to hide easy to operate

Once it is released death will surely smile

Taking souls crying back to hell

Poisons we breathe in everyday

It is around us all the times

Though Nature has sheltered it

We hardly think over in our heads

God is merciful don't forget!

The sadistic green moon

It smiles branding its way

Using religion to cap an agenda

Calling others infidels!

This is the Talibanism

It has grown into the green moon

It has swallowed part of the civil servants

They act as if they are the bosses

The placards waving supporters

Don't they stop a while and think?

What will they say when they are caught?

Losing a limp isn't a laughing matter

Read the religious texts properly

God is merciful and compassionate

God doesn't need to mete out harsh law

It is only the sadists who don't care

It is like the blind leading the fools

Telling them to jump into the river

When he can't see the crocodiles

Keeping a low; silent vigil in the water

Don't get blinded by false religious leaders

They may have the credibility to teach

But be wary of the false reasoning

Don't get trapped in the men's make laws

the cupid's arrow

I fall in love with you

On the day you came for the interview

I just didn't know why I talked so long

Leaving the other candidates waiting

I fall in love with you

When I smell you walked in

The long black brownie hair woman

I know I get hooked instantly

Maybe cupid is playing

Jamming my mind as you came

Pulled a arrow shoot it through

I have no chance to escape

I fall in love with you

I keep on looking at your face

I don't want to lose the remembrance

I am afraid I may not see you again

I have made up my mind

You will get your job

For the simple reason

I want to see you again

I fall in love with you

On the day you came for the interview

I just didn't know why I talked so long

Leaving the other candidates waiting

the fire trap

The metals cages

We live in the house

We think we have the freedom

We haven't known we caged ourselves

We think of intruders

In the days or nights they will hit

Putting up grilled doors and windows

We think we are safe

Close the nights out

We can sleep soundly

We don't have the phobia

Of the masked intruders breaking in

The fake hope of security

We make ourselves believe

Locking ourselves in the homes

We think we are safe

When fire breaks through

The grilled doors and windows

We are trapped inside

Death will laugh at our stupidity!

Now remove it or change

Buy fire mat and extinguishers

Put it up in visible positions

Don't let fire trap us in!

the dogs are howling

The dogs are howling

At any time of the day

I hear the sound

Sometimes I feel the hair rising

It reflects on the story

Where older people will say

A yarn of a tale

A ghost walks in the day

The black angel flying by

He has nothing to do in his time

The gate of hell is close

He has all the times to roam

The dogs are howling

The eerie sound in the air

The older people will say

A ghost walks in the day

the day will come when the time is called

Bee Anne

It's time to pack it in

The decades of its administration

It has divided the nation

The centre seems weak

The warlords seem to run free

Even a certain ruler can say

Knowing he can get away

No doubt Dr M had his day

He did his way with his no nonsense attitude

No ruler would dare to say to his face

Dr M would not tolerate ingratitude

Though Dr M had his mistakes

He created a bad precedent of cronies

Until the current leaders follow his footsteps

The worst we have seen in our nation

Now he has no authority

A retired old Man still active in politics

He tries to make amends of his past mistakes

Leaving Amno baru he founded to strike with a new

A certain ruler still gets his potshots at Dr M

Don't forget Dr M holds many secrets in his head

He hasn't used to attack his critics or opponents

He allows them to say he is active senile old man

Bee Anne

The floods are rising to your head

The day will come when time is called

There is nothing to plead or say

the war of words 2

The war of words

North Korea and Malaysia

A rogue nation or not

Diplomacy must rule

A North Korean died

In KLIA airport in public area

He was assassinated

The eldest brother of the ruling dictator

The police giving ad-hoc reasons

It is better they stop giving out statements

Until they have unearthed the solid evidence

Why let the other party has a potshots at us?

Now Amno baru youth demonstrated

Don't they forget about a rogue nation?

Don't give that country an excuse

We know what it can do to the country

Don't try to show your aggression

North Korea agents have all the skills

Don't give them a reason

It is better to show diplomacy

Give a little leeway

It doesn't mean we are losing face

It means we value friendship

Any small misunderstanding can be solved

Don't give North Korea a reason

Its army likes to test its missiles

In history we learned about Hitler

He got a small reason he made WW2

the pastor missing

A bullet for a pastor

Six years ago he received

Though he made police report

The case turned cold

Last week he was abducted

In broad daylight on the road

The covered up gang came

Bundled him up took him away

Until today there is no ransom

His family managed to raise $100,000

A reward for information to get his release

There is nothing in the case

The police is investigating

It has been over 10 days

The case will turn cold soon

When the trail can't be found

The pastor could have died

The family must prepare for the worst

This isn't about ransom money

It could be about differences in religions

May the good Lord guide his soul

Maybe there is a light after the crying

Too much rain isn't good on the ground

The good Lord may grant him freedom

listen to the ground

Don't read the economic statistics

Sometimes it will not tell the feeling

It is used to prop up for political reasons

Let the people feel the good factors blooming

It is better to hear from the ground

The affected groups can give a better feel

The jobs retrenchments and lack of jobs

It will tell when there is the real complaining

Sometimes in the newspapers

There are many distress civil cases

It tells why banks take actions

The borrowers fail to settle loans

The market leaders will highlight it

Banks, IT, drugs, or insurance companies

They will say what is happening on the ground

The burden of taxes and high cost of living

Don't read too much on economic statistics

It may not tell the ground feeling story

Listen to the grouses of the affected people

The wind will bring the noises in high pitches

the hired guns

The hired guns on the high

It is only the desperate will ride

Hiring them to do a dirty target

It isn't an easy way out

The causes will be investigated

A target will not just disappear or die

It isn't a random killing job

It has a motive or agenda

The victim will never know

There is no threat or message

Once the target is identified

The money wired into accounts

Death is the only way

Silence the way to forget

A clean sweep leaving nothing behind

Even the bullets can't tell a story

This is the problem

How could guns and bullets smuggled in?

There will be the usual melody

They sing the same song

The hired guns on the high

The targets identified monies changed hands

The victims will not see the light of day

Death is certain but the hired guns stay

the umbrella of crooks

The umbrella of crooks

They get the shade in colours

They can live in open live styles

They aren't afraid to show the way

They are in many forms, colours and creed

They will try to hook the greedy people

Thinking to make wealth quickly

So they will fall into the dark pit

The nation of wealth

It attracts the wrong kind to stay

In managing the affairs of the country

Doing it in the long winding route to fame

Corruption coined into donation

The compromise agencies fall in easily

Nothing is carried out to the fullest

While other countries jailed the crooks

The umbrella of crooks

They protect each other interests

They say money talks in business

Honesty is way too ancient!

the life of gangs

The life of gangs

It isn't a long term reign

It has its limit

It has its days

Once the leaders are gone

Dead or in prison

A new group will emerge

Taking control of the gangs

The cycle will return

The exhortation rackets

The drugs and prostitution

The loan sharks business

It is all boiled down to money

The easy way to extract wealth

The easy life on others misery

In gangs it is wealth creation

Though illegal and against the law

The gangs will step up in many forms

Its leaders will know their times

Dead or in prison