the milking of donation

The old beggar stands near a shade

On his hand he carries his walking stick

He stands there to beg for alms

He wishes many will donate freely

But days of hardship in our lives

Donation will be dried up

The ringgit has dropped its value

The costs of goods have roped our necks

The old beggar will not understand

The economy of the nation and people's hardship

He wishes many will donate to him

To help live another day of his miserable life

But the people aren't going to give freely

They have learned of syndicate groups

They use old people and children to milk the public

So the old beggar caught in the loop