once your star is shining bright

Once your star is shining bright

Everything seems to turn into golden rays

You will be in high demand in the corporate world

Even in the entertainment industry too

Every bigwig wants to share

The good bright star you will bring

The big companies or motion pictures companies

They will spend millions to get you in

Everything you request will be given

Even right to the smallest details

They will say “Everything can be arranged!”

Once your star is shining bright

Once it is over

You will find you are alone

The people whom you thought would know you

They will say it is a long time ago

You finally realize fame has a price to pay

While you were at the top of the game

You must prepare for the losing star

Don't get stucked in the past glory

All the wealth you have made

Do not lose it all by stupidity

Everything will be gone

Once you forget your root

the nation will face a new dawn

The weak government

We hear the nonsense in the news

Even a judge makes a bad ruling

Does he realize what he has written?

All of us are immigrants

During the centuries of our people

What we hear today is the arrogant speeches

The country is made up of the sum of her people

If only the government is strong

The willed of nation will not bend backwards

It is the poor management of government

It allows the Talibanism to raise its ugly head

The scandals hit the head

The sins will not go away

Though every sidekick will try to say

There is nothing wrong with it!

But the people know

The lies will not cover lies

It is the truth will make us free

We don't have to worry about backdoors swing

The cycle has to finish

It is at the final run of things

The nation will face a new dawn

It must happen now!

you live.....

You live by the gun

You will die by the bullets

You live by the lies

You will get conned yourself

You live by the sins

You will face the angel of fire

You live by bad intentions

Every prayer will not be answered

You live by doing bad things

You will stay in prison one day

You live by the sword

You will get knifed in it

You live by the truth

You will live free like the wind

you can't hide

You can't hide

You can put up gate

Locked it up throw away the keys

The sins will not go away

You can bend the agencies

Right or left; centre or down

Throw them benefits and promotions

Give them cash to spend in the moon

Will it work?

Satan will knock on doors

Carrying his bag to take souls

The many sinners the better!

You can twist your words

Give it a different tone and meaning

But the sins piling up at the backyard

It will be seen

the saturday night market

The Saturday night market

The crowd seem disappearing

Even the stalls are less these days

The economy isn't progressing is it?

The pockets are hurting

The households can't spend

The Saturday night market

The sorry state of affairs

The costs are rising

It never will go down

Bee Anne leaders can say

It is just a polishing economy

Everyone wants to control spending

The value of our money drops too

Everything naturally will be costly

Bee Anne leaders can say

We can't allow it to happen

Bee Anne has stayed too long on the field

It has run out of ideas and control

Bee Anne talks about religion and race

Using tax to shore up funding

Anybody can do it that way

What are the values to share?

It burdens the people

The Saturday night market

The crowd seem to disappear

The rising costs of our daily needs

The empty pockets with no saving

the stray cats roam

The stray cats roam

Living it up at my expense

Somebody is feeding the cats

It has become a nuisance

Yesterday there were the waste

Six of it on the garden trail

Leaving there for me to see

“Hey servant! Throw it for me!”

The cats always thumb its noses

At the human beings

The cats treat the humans as their public servants

Clearing up the waste or else the aroma of bad smell

Today a black cat thorn the pages of newspapers

I saw the cat did it as I opened the door

The black cat quickly jumped over the fence

My morning paper in cuts and scratches

Some say feed the cats

They will not poo and urine

The cats will go somewhere else

I never know how true it is

will the loan sharks die naturally?

Will the loan sharks die naturally?

It is hard to say in the economic situations

The marginalised people will go in

They know the consequences of failing to pay

The police have warned the public

The numerous cases of physical fear

The red paint on gates and houses

The gangs will come calling everyday

The newspapers will highlight the cases

The loan sharks physical abuses of harm and fear

In spite of the numerous cases reported every time

The people still go down the thin plank of life

The police and rela members

Call the loan sharks and runners

They are easily seen in public notices

It isn't hard not to see it everyday

the great liar

The great liar

He can't play his Houdini act

The disappearance can't be had

Facing the music will be the end

The Bamboo River is singing high

The changing chords will bring out the best

The great liar has no place to hide

It is better he owned it up now

Join the crow in Bamboo River

Listen to the beating of the iron grills

It may bring some to change

Sins have to pay in the end

The great liar

Disappearing act isn't the choice

Facing the charges should be

The Bamboo River will not forget

the change we need

The sweet promises

It will come in months ahead

The transformation programmes

On race will hit the road

The wastage will be continued

In spite of the Auditor's Report

It will still be carried out

It's the money not from their pockets

Bee Anne leaders will shout

How good they are to manage the nation

While the Islamic militants will encroach in

Using the NGOs to hit the news

But Bee Anne leaders will stay quiet

Let these NGOs have a word or two

Let the fear spread to the ground

They forget it can't work now

The road of change

It has to happen

The nation needs it

So are her people

the get rich schemes

The get rich schemes

It can be called in many names

As long as it promises fantastic returns

Don't fall for the sales pitch

The recruiters will promise many benefits

It is the incitement to get your money

Once you fall into its trapping

You may try to convince yourself you never lose

Once the bottom fall in

The huge crash will make the news

You will finally realize your losses

You may not recover your saving

Quick money just for the greedy

A quick gun battle to win

Once it is over the winner rides away

Leaving the dead or injured on the ground

don't wait and pray

He wants to live

But fate takes a bad turn

A teenaged boy dies

Leaving his unfinished story

In a religious school

The assistant warden caned him repeatedly

Until his legs suffered bad bruises gangrene sat in

Doctors had to amputate both his legs

Even one of his arm too

He went into his coma

He died without fulfilling his life

A teenaged boy didn't cut it into adulthood

He died in the hand of an sadistic man

The police will investigate

Interview and recorded statements

Why never send him to hospital earlier?

Why keep it until it was too late?

The boy is dead

His life destination ended prematurely

May his soul get a peaceful place

Live his life in full in another age

the wolves in sheep clothing

The wolves in sheep clothing

Every race has its black sheep

It is a fact of our lives

It will not go away

Some are well connected

Living in the powerful society

There they lived in abundance

Behind closed doors the wolves howling

Some lived in religions

Outside they show what they are

The men of faith willing to sacrifice

Time and energy for common causes

Behind the facade of their minds

The evil minds work overdrive

Implanting the radical elements

Urging their followers to strike

The weak government will breed

The greed and corruption in greasy palms

Everything needs money to get it done

Else the files or reports will wait in the drawers

So the wolves in sheep clothing

It never will go away

The howling will be heard all the times

Until we change our road

the dogs and cats lovers

The dogs and cats lovers

They don't see the bad

They dressed up the animals

They take them on parade

Some spend a lot of money

Grooming the pets to perfection

Even a child will not get that treatment

The constant check-ups and grooming

Some dogs and cats are left running away

These animals will do their business freely

The owners will not scoop the waste

Somebody will step on it and start cursing

The responsibility isn't there

The pet owners feel it isn't their business

They let the animals do as they like

The cats will run to compound of houses

Some will tear up the morning papers

Some will break the flower pots

Some will urine here and there

Some will put their marks of waste

Who will do the mopping up?

The house owners have to get the job done

Else the aroma will be terrible when it is dried

But the pet owners will pretend it doesn't happen

tell the truth be free

The Bee Anne cyber-troopers

They get the money; they spin the tales

On IMDB sinking into the web of darkness hole

They all seem to write the familiar script

They pray everyday

Asking for alms and forgiveness

Yet they still do it all over

They think God will forgive?

The sins they have

Filling the lies to the hilt

How are they going to face?

When the cards are stacked high?

It is better to tell the truth

No need to dig so many holes

No need to bribe and cajole

The truth will let us go free!

The Bee Anne cyber-troopers

Don't take the dirty money

It isn't worth it where you are going

Honesty will bring you a way to salvation

when greed takes control

Everyone love money

The fall of many

Wake up in the morning

Sleeping in the night

The mind still dreaming

Lots of money

Once greed takes control

The many fall victims will cry

All life savings gone

The promises never fulfilled

The greed makes the grade

The F brigade on the road

The falling tears

Who is to blame?

The greed of money

The root of evil always

once a thief...

Once a thief

It is hard to change

When he can't find money

He will go back to his trade

Once a thief is not caught

He will think he can try again

It is a natural progression

He just wants to be caught

A thief will spin his lies

Once he is caught he would cry

He will spin his tales of sorrow

He just wants to escape

It can be low life thief

It can be highly educated one

As long as they aren't caught

They will try to do it again

the python in the drain

The python in the drain

The heavy rain causing it to appear

It came out from its hiding place

Searching for food

An old woman passed through

In the eating stalls in old town

She screamed and other people arrived

Someone called the Fire Brigade

The firemen searched and trapped it

The python was large somebody said

The firemen took the python away

Maybe releasing in the secondary forest

A stall owner said to me

There is another one hiding in the drain

The firemen failed to trap the python

As I left the stall the firemen had gone

we have to unshackled our chains

Let Bee Anne hit bottom

Let the party feel the heat

Without amenities and servants

So what the party leaders will say

The party leaders have stayed too long

They think it is their rule to stay

Over 60 years of its rule

It is time to let them go

Bee Anne plays the rule

Of race and division

The eunuchs in the party coalition

They can't make so much noise

Let Bee Anne hit bottom

Let the party leaders learn their lessons

They stay too high for too long

They thumbed down the voters

If we want to really progress

We have to say goodbye to Bee Anne

We have to unshackled our chains

Our freedom our prosperity

the green moon in fantasy land

The green moon in fantasy land

Its leaders sleep and dream

The hudud law and its implications

Using religion for its political needs

Every time it is said

The hudud law never escapes

Its leaders still forget

This is a Secular Nation

The green moon fantasy

The clerics will dance its tune

Lucifer will come with his bag

The capturing of wayward souls

The religion is a private matter

It shouldn't be used as a political tool

Lucifer will gladly make it there

In his bag the wayward souls

The green moon dreams

Sitting on the power chair

It will dance by the electric shock

Shocking reality running away

the unequal benefits

The fishing of votes

It has finally geared up

The transformation programmes

Bee Anne has taken its programmes ahead

The crafting of the programmes

It benefits the majority and minority

The Middle kingdom inhabitants where?

Maybe in the Yellow River

The unequal benefits

It never spells good for the nation

Throw a few worms to catch fishes

Where is the benefits be?

The whole idea is to kick out the crooks

They don't have the honesty to tell the truth

The leaders are jittery on losing their chairs

They can't sleep well thinking of shadow wagons

It is better to stay clean

It's no use getting into addiction

The cold turkey treatment is bad

Go for clean and efficient distributions

bamboo river

Bamboo River

Take them home

They aren't right in their minds

They shout nonsense

They run the show

The seeds of bad faith grows

They keep on twisting

Every turn and corner

Come on Bamboo River!

Flood your gates with these clowns

They haven't seen the inside of you

Take them home will you?

You don't have to pretend

The ills these men parade

Take them home Bamboo River

They serve better with you

Bamboo River

Take them home

They aren't right in their minds

They serve better with you

hey potholes

Hey potholes!

You never want to go away

Every raining day

The potholes will appear

The town council will patch up

Filled it up with black tar

In 2 weeks or a month

The potholes will break free

Hey potholes!

You pose danger to the motorists

The town council engineers never walk about

They wait for complaints

The raining season the potholes

The town council will tar it

It never stays for long

It will break free

let us take a new road

Everything going up

Nothing seems to go down

Wake up in the morning

The headline screams

When petrol price goes down

The retailers never discount

Even the hawkers stalls will say

“Prices going up!”

There is a man I read

He says he earns $15,000/-

Yet he finds it difficult to manage

It tells us what has gone out

The painted pictures

It never tells the truth

We are fed everyday

But the costs are up!

Enough of Bee Anne

Enough of the political eunuchs

Let us sign it off in the end

Let us take a new road

satan likes the fire

It has been written centuries ago

Of the make believe prophets or preachers

They will come claiming every right and left

Delivering their speeches on cut and paste

The audience will be spellbound

Listening to the speeches make believe

Wooling it over their minds

The audience of the same faith

The wolves in sheep skins

They will cause division and hate

Even spreading the ill feeling

It is the cause of bad faith

Men of letters jump the wagon

Years of study they think they cut it

But what they say it seems shallow

This is why we have many religions

No religion is superior or inferior

It is a free religion to practise and pray

The basic rule is to live in harmony

With the different faiths and colours of faithfuls

Satan always likes to interfere

Jacked up the facts twist it around

It is the souls he wanted to collect

Many have fallen victims going the wrong way

time on the walls

The years may have gone

The silence in the mind

The time may have recorded

The good thing is memory

It never fails to reconnect

Wiring up the brain to recall

The time when it was there

The circle that was gone

Turn to pieces go separate way

Into the life each would call its own

No strings attached no sad stories

But the good thing is memory

It recalls what it is.....

The walls on the circle

There will be pasted notes and guides

Staying there for years and times

The silence claims its own life

In the vast void sometimes the echo whirring

Linking the memory of times gone by

The whirring wind

The notes will flutter

Racing to fly away leaving the walls

But it stays stuck with glue for ages gone

The virtual world

The windows of the mind

Once a name to remember

It comes into memory

the world of circle

The world of circle

Time will meet

It may take years

It will return

The lamp posts

The signs stand tall

The lights to guide

The lost souls

Every guide

Along the way

The lights will not fail

The darkness will be gone

The world of circle

Loneliness isn't the way

Open the windows of the mind

The players can be found

the traffic offences

The traffic offences

The drivers will ignore

They know how it work

The discount will knock

Now with the demerit system

The points earned will cause licence suspension

When it reaches the maximum point

Yet the drivers pick up summons

The drivers should realize it

The discount may be given

But the points will not run

It will show in the records

Again the drivers know

Who will check all the times?

With threats coming from the extremists

The police will have it full

JPJ will have the points in system

When the drivers renew their licences

The suspension can take effect

But will the drivers just walk away?

The enforcement is the key

Else everything will come to nothing

Quoting overseas demerit systems

We are Asians not Caucasions

a mufti once we thought...

A mufti once we thought

He could be the moderate voice

Amongst the lot of fanatics

In the multi-racial and religious society

Now he paints his true colour

He sings a different song

The days of his moderate views

It has gone to waste

A fugitive Indian Muslim preacher

Wanted by his home country he escapes

Now residing here with the perks and protection

He is afraid to face off his sins

This mufti has responded

He supports the Indian Muslim preacher

It is sad he hasn't notice the red alert by Interpol

A man wanted by his home country

Many countries have barred him

He brands his message of division

Inciting hatred instead of peace and compromise

It is bad when we have Muslims don't see it is wrong

Every religion is a path of peace

It encourages every faith to live in harmony

It encourages every faith to compromise in relationships

Of views, interactions and agree to disagree

We have enough problems here

We don't need another scandal to besiege our minds

This preacher should be deported back to India

Let him face his music; let him plead his case

the heat is on

The heat is on

The stakes are high

The blues go on

Taking off the opposition

The lies will spin

The tales will begin

Start with “transformation”

The piling of debts don't say

Giving the figures of employment

The inflation hits a high

The costs aren't going down

We feel the punch on our pockets

The hit on the opposition

The gutter politics gaining steam

The lies will spin

The paid cybertroopers will sing

Many are off-keys

Yet they are smiling

They still get paid

Writing rubbish to publish

We must stay focus

The change of a new way

Everything considered

There will be a chance to make it