kl sex ring

KL sex ring

The foreigners duped

With lucrative jobs offer

Once in the city

They were bundled in

Without knowing the reasons

The oldest profession

The brothels will get them

Once these women are trapped

They will face the hard truth

They may not get the chance to go home

KL sex ring

The likely route to international slavery

From here the women are processed

Take out of the country again

Luckily for the 9 women

The city police managed to track them

Released them from their shackles

One guilty party was detained

Women in flesh trade

It will never go away

Men always need them

For the different tastes

in the world of wealth

Men of means

Women will hitch rides

Stay on the glory

Feel the social graces

Men of standing

Others try to emulate

Taking selfie with smiles

At least a footprint strikes

Women of riches

Men will fly high

Hovering around for the strikes

Catch the prey and fly

In the world of wealth

Men and women will strike

On the trails of materialistic goals

They forget they can't take it when they die

fly the flag

Fly the flag

In our minds

It doesn't say

We will forget

The nation's birth

Learn it in history

The major races fought it

It turned into reality

Fly the flag

The colorful sights

Of people and religions

Sharing the common objectives

Fly the flag

In our minds

On the buildings

On the homes' compounds

Fly the flag

Don't let extremists erode it

Don't let the nation cry

Stay together rain or shine

Fly the flag

It says of who we are

We have come a long way

In nation building of unity

the red and the blue

Now it will come

In the arena of political fights

Of the Red and Blue

It is good for the people

And the nation calmly wait

The heavy weights in the arena

Once a master once a student

They will engage for the survival

The student needs to get it right

But the scales are stacked against him

Though he is the current prime minister

He thinks he can sit on the chair forever

The scandals surrounding him

PD, Atlantuya and 1MDB

Answers he needs to supply

Staying quiet ignoring questions

It will not help the Blue in the end

The Blue ship is grounded in the deep ocean

The tidal waves will cross its path

The Blue Captain can't think straight

His advisors feeding him the wrong sight

Time to learn his lessons

From the old man of strategies

From a student forgets his master

The fall is always imminent

So the Blue will fall

As the Red will gallop free

Take the flag

The nation and her people will rejoice

Let's integrity, honesty, compassion and freedom sing

And let the Constitution get back its shine

debts on the dead

Something is wrong in finance

Even the death has to pay

If he can't afford to settle it

The next of kin has to honor the debts

Even it has nothing to do with him

It will be interesting to see

How our judges will interpret its law

If the next of kin or trustee bring it to court

The dead is gone and couldn't be asked to pay

It has to be put under bad debts

Now why burden the living?

Any debts owed to an institution

It has to settle in one's life time

When a person has passed away

Why the hustle with next of kin?

There must be a clear indication

Living and death two different stop altogether

Stop hustling the next of kin they have nothing to do

The law must be interpreted justly

take a leaf from pakistan

The judges in Pakistan

They have the balls

to bring down a prime minister

They use the rule of law

They understood their positions

Here most of our judges

They don't see the wrong

They want to curry favors

When they retire....

They hope to get into GLC

Our judges should learn

Take a leaf from Pakistan

Don't be used by politicians

They should work for the people and nation!

They are paid by the people to safe guard interests

Do we have the honest judges?

The people are watching

The opposition leaders too

We need fearless judges

To right the wrong in the nation

run the pole position

The Old Man of 92

He still rocks on the political stage

Though he has retired many years ago

But his former party made the worst cut

He couldn't stomach the bad news

One leader stole billions

Though other countries get into the act

Back home it is business as if nothing has happened

The Old Man left his party

He was the founder now in the bad key

The current leaders mocked him daily

These leaders once his machai

He formed a new party

Let the people know he will right the wrong

Though the past he might have his faults

Today he is on a mission to put it right

Now Pakatan Harapan has a new light

Gearing up to take the pole position

Anwar Ibrahim is still serving his jail sentence

For an offence cooked up in the back door

These are the young galloping horses

They are eager to fight and score

They know the walls have cracked

The season of the fall is imminent

The Old Man of 92

He has a mission to right wrong

Maybe God move in different ways

Now the chance the nation will smile

the blue ship

The Blue ship

The Captain is sick

Up in his mind

He can't think straight

The waves rising high

His eyes can't make the nigh

Though his many assistants can't say

They keep him out of the loop

The Captain looks at his map

The sailing out of his plan

He tries to reason in his head

He has his headaches

The crew of sailors

They keep sailing the ship

There is no instruction

Though they see the waves

“What now?” they ask

“Keep sailing you jerk!

You aren't paid to think!”

“But the waves?”

The tidal waves kiss the ship

Sending it in a whirlpool

The Captain and his assistants

They run but no place to float

The tidal waves sink the ship

It cuts the ship into halves

Slowly she goes down deep

In the arms of Hades

In the headlines

The Blue ship sinks

Made of steel but rust wasted away

Once the mighty Blue now deep in the sea

it's the peak now the decline

The cycle has ended

It has come to the full

It doesn't have to spend or bribe

It will never make any headway

It has reached its peak

There it stays committing too many bad ways

The scandals, the greed, the corruption

And feeding the barking boys and girls

The 2 headed snakes on the wall

It will eat each other up and be gone

Once it turns to ashes and blows away

It is the end for the cycle has arrived

It has no way to beat the fall

The death spell has been recorded in time

The regime has to fall to its knees

There they will taste the defeat

The arrogant leaders haven't seen it

They still think they will sit forever

The tsunami of a race will turn the tide

As a whole the nation needs a change!

the school children heavy loads

The school children heavy loads

They carry it all to schools

What are the Education Ministry doing?

It isn't today's issue

Every Education Minister tries to help

Every road changes but the loads increase

The poor children can't complain

They bring it all to schools

Why must it be so?

The schools have libraries to read and learn

They have books all along the shelves

With internet age there shouldn't be books to schools

Keep the texts at home

Tell the children to study

Back in schools bring just the work books

Relevant for the day

The schools should unburden the children

It never helps them to progress in strides

It causes backaches and hunchbacks

It is time to open up the internet age in schools

In this way no need books

Bring the notebooks to schools

Click a topic or worksheet

The answers quick on the click

the entertainers

The entertainers

They live in the lime light

They need the applause

They need to be liked

It is natural

Living on the stage

Entertaining the crowd

Hearing the fans

Behind the stage

Out of the cameras

The entertainers have issues

They hide behind songs and dance

They live to entertain audience

They should learn to entertain behind the stage

Out on the stage is the make believe

The real issues when life is off the grid

Once they are off stage

The real issues surface

Many can't handle it well

Some fall off the Earth

the months had gone

The months had gone

The road turns cold

The leads of photographs

Nothing came to pass

The police takes too long

To investigate the case

While others seem so efficient

Within hours or days

What causes the delay?

The pastor was kidnapped

Maybe he is already dead

Buried in the city dumps

Pastor Koh months had gone

The police still investigating

The leads all turned cold

Maybe buried in the city dumps

pakatan harapan's logo

Pakatan Harapan's logo

RoS disallowed its use

The party leaders have to change

It has to incorporate the words

“Pakatan Harapan”

It looks like a double standard

The RoS trying to intimidate

Although it is nothing serious

It is just a logo

Why the disagreement?

Look at Bee Anne's logo

There is no full name for it

It is just “BN”

RoS doesn't disagree

RoS sails with it

Though Pakatan leaders never make noise

They agree to change its logo and design

Its leaders better make it quick

Before suddenly there is an election!

ah moi days numbered

Ah Moi wants to be a Gladiator

He keeps calling his troops to march forward

Feeding them with addiction and cronies too

On the battle field against the Light troops

Ah Moi stands fiercely barking his orders

His troops stay behind dare not move forward

He watches in dismay as he turns around to see

They are high on the money games

“We can't fight

We don't have our strength

We are weak in our heads

We will be high in money games!”

Ah Moi looks on the field

The Light troops marching in

The songs of victory in the air

Ah Moi turns white and runs

All his troops follow behind

Leaving all the equipment on the ground

They run as fast as they can

Ah Moi knows his days are numbered

The nation wakes up to a new light

She smiles seeing the right groups arrive

She hasn't smile for a long time

Now she can hear the songs and dance

cure cancer naturally

Cancer frightened the rich man

The poor man will say it's God Will

The average man will pray for deliverance

The blind will say “what can I do?”

Once you are diagnosed of cancer

You will feel your world has shut down

You will see how your life will be stopped

In a matter of days or weeks or months

The expensive chemotherapy

It isn't the guaranteed option

It may not kill all the cancer cells

It may make the sufferers weak instead

The world of pharmaceutical companies

The profit margins the companies want

Make the quick buck on the dying souls

There is no sure way to survive

There are cheapest natural cures

If only the cancer patients give a try

The blush berry in Brisbane Australia

Apple, beetroot, carrot and grapes with seeds

The cheapest of the natural cures

It is said of baking soda drink it everyday

It will follow the cancer everywhere

God makes us; He also gives us the cures

the blind in the mind

Love is blind

The romantics will say

They will run in circles

Believing it is love

They will stop

What they are doing

When love calls

The smile on the faces

The beginning of magic

The sparks fly in the minds

Everything sounds so perfect

They say love is blind

Everything stops at the red light

The waiting game the minds play

There is no hurry to drive

They have all the times

When the game is over

When money is lost over time

When love isn't blind

The romantics will cry

The mind will turn mad

Everything seems a lost cause

Love has flown away

Nothing is left but the memories

Love is blind

The romantics will say

They will run in circles

Believing it is love

sex and men

The men always want more

The sex and women on the row

They don't think of the consequences

They only think where the dicks want to go!

Even the politicians rant about it

The underlying reason is to marry again

A young bitchy woman to satisfy his ego

What else will the male politicians say?

The males will say

It is in their DNA

They have multiple sex partners

They have the whale of times

But when they get STD

When they are infected with HIV

When they are infected with Hepatitis C

They blame the women!

The males forget

There are consequences on the horizon

Don't blame the women for the woes

Blame themselves without save sex

The males forget

In marriage the partners are equal

It isn't a master and slave relationship

The men shouldn't bully women to submission!

why is truth so hard to come by?

I want to know

Why the truth is so hard to come by?

Why the leaders keep spinning long tales?

Don't they know they can't fool us all the time?

The leaders behave like the weathermen

They will report raining days in the days ahead

But we find there is hot sunshine

The rays burning hard on the ground

I want to know

The hard facts of the scandals

The hard evidence of any denials

Why the public officials falling in line?

When they should work without fear or favor

I want to know

Why the break down in the law officials?

Face to face with the dark lord

They shiver and run

I want to know

Why the truth is so hard to come by?

Why the leaders keep spinning long tales?

Don't they know they can't fool us all the time?

when life has troubles

When life has troubles

Don't let it ruin the years

There is always a reason

By the way it comes

We don't have to think so hard

The future isn't our eyes to see

We will not know where it will be

Will there be troubles or sunshine?

We all play a game

On our own will and reason

Once we throw the dice

Don't feel afraid how it turn

The road of many alley ways

There will be some wrong turns

Don't feel scared to drive on

There will be a reason

When life has troubles

It isn't the end of the road

It is a test of faith and belief

In darkness there is light

the many walls

The many walls

We see it everyday

In our minds we visualize

All cut scenes behind doors

What come out for public consumption

It is the painting on the walls

The look of believing but it is false

We don't get to see the reality

Sure we move around

Every state every city and town

We will also hear the costs high

The subsidies cut but where it goes?

The many walls

The maze in our minds

The pulling of locks and doors

What we see hardly the truth

it's time to put the snakes in the cage

Let the snakes in the cage

They have put in too many poisons

The whirlpool of headaches and setbacks

It is time to put them in the boiling pot

There are too many kind of snakes

Each want to make its scale of importance

Into its world the suffering on the ground

The addiction of many poisons

The scales on the walls

The snakes never wants to escape

The snakes think the power in them

The poisons of corrupting the minds

Here the signs of two headed snakes

On the wall display prominently to see

It is time to put the snakes in the cage

The cycle of change must come to pass

the door of many zones

Body to body masssage

The way it brings the glow

The tensions disappear

The good air circulates

The head to toes

Every part a sexual flow

In the middle too

The zones to ignite the glow

The men should learn

It isn't on the middle zones alone

The women will fake it

Let the men feel the macho

When the men learn the skills

The body to body massage flow

The women will reciprocate

They will want the same men

The doors to the erotic zones

When the men know where to look

The prenuptial rituals will light the fire

The women will be heated up right

Practice makes perfect

It is always the truth

Once the skills are learned

The doors of many zones

But many have failed

They think they have it

A hose to shoot water

The women will live by

a jealous God

A jealous God

Once He is in that mood

Nothing will be safe

The creations will be destroyed

He thundered in His words

“I am your God

There is no other but Me

Once you pray to other gods

I will be your jealous God”

The people of the Old Testament

They perished in the Great Flood

They forgot to pay homage to God

They prayed and worshipped idols

We came a long way

The Old Testament story stays

Yet we haven't learned our lessons

We still live in our sins

Pray to God

Let Him stay

Do not anger Him

For He is a jealous Creator

In Christian's World

God has revealed his Revelations

What He will do when we forget?

The 6 horns had sounded and passed

There is one more horn to blow

The 7^th horn hasn't been sounded

It is a warning to the people

A jealous God is an angry Maker

Buddhism teaches of Enlightenment

The fateful must always reach His realm

There shouldn't be any statues or deities

It brings back the sins

Once we forget

We will face our own mistakes

God has spoken in His words

“Obey Me or perished!”

the notes of money

The notes of money

In circulation every where

It goes from one place to another

It takes from one hand to another pocket

Do we smell the notes of money?

It stinks of sweat, dirt and oils

Most of us hardly are aware

We take it put in our pockets

The notes of germs

Though it may have died in the heat

The soiled notes of money

Don't bring religion into its value

The notes of money

It smells of stink of sweat, dirt and oils

Most of us hardly are aware

We take it put in our pockets

it's a paint of glossy picture

The painted pictures

The glossy prints say it so

The words in bold letters

The political life sinks in

The capital projects

Who will benefits?

The figures look good

Ordinary hawkers feeling the pinch

Even the ordinary people

They are struggling to live

Here we have the politics

Painting a glossy picture

Come down to earth

Get rid of the scandals

Get rid of the corruption

Get rid of the little napoleons

Giving pledges a political ploy

The corruption and greed will stay

As long as we don't change in politics

It is just a paint of glossy picture

the bad in life

The dark lord

Open the gates

Let the peasants arrive

But he also closes

The entrance of escape

He wants to look good

The helper of the weak

He isn't of that kind

He goes by the back door

The glory he thinks he has

He wants to taste blood

Behind the cloak of his life

He doesn't tell the truth

The peasants be his supply

Giving him the long time

The dark lord laughs

In the darkness castle he dwells

The dark shadow walks

The side kicks run along

Afraid to lose it all

But the lord of light

He isn't smiling or laughing

He sends down his bolt of lights

Open the darkness

The dark lord screams and dies

The peasants run out

Screaming loud in the night

Some kneel down to pray

For the lives they escape