the old marks of indecision

The old marks of indecision

It stays on the walls and trees

It tells how it was during floods

Lives and properties lost

The hall still rings of prayers

The sessions carrying it for years

Yet the outcome still in limbo

The politicians still brewing scriptures

The backdrops of bad images

It flanked on both sides of the road

It tells how religion shouldn't mix with politics

It makes the politicians thinking shallow

The people of the state

They suffer for their addiction

Maybe now they open up their minds

Kick out the wolves in their lives

You can't live on religion to survive

There is no way you can stay alive

You need economy and sharing of values

It is this way the progress will be made

Now turn to cold turkey

Sweat a few days get of the addiction

It is better to empty it free

Mark a new chapter and a new page

the extremists in our midst

The extremists in our midst

We mustn't allow them to move an inch

They will push for a feet then a little more

Until they bring in their extremist view

We have learned how a certain state

A man can be charged for innocent exposure

Wearing short in public after playing a game

He has to attend counselling or a fine

The dominant party playing soft ball

The extremist party can push its ball

Kicking up a storm then apologise

But the damage has been done

The partners in the coalition

They behave like cats neutered

Occasionally roaming the alleys

Most of the time they fall asleep

The way forward

We have to change our attitude

We have to change the party

We have to clean up the dirty work

Once we have our rights restored

We can control where we want to go

The politicians must work for us

It isn't the other way round

So we must stay alert

Do not let the extremists fly

They must be contained

Let them stay in the cage

don't let the devil take your soul

The extremists fly

On a brand they wish to try

They believe they are clean

While others they blame

For the unholiness

The falsehood in their minds

They don't see the black spots in their eyes

They think they aren't marked at all

If only they really see and know the scriptures

They will cry when they fall into the lake of fire

They forget we are children of God

Living on Mother Earth to learn the good and bad

Recording it in our memories for we will return

We have to tell our stories what we have done

It isn't a free ride but to earn our credits in lives

But the extremists

The Devil takes them

Once they have fallen

It's a crying shame

For Mother Earth has beauty

The colorful people; cultures and belief

It's good to share and learn and live in joy and peace

who is the boss?

Enter the dragon

He will break the barrier

The fire of gold

Burning in the mind

This is politics

The dominant race can stay quiet

The forefront Malay NGOs

They stay in silence

Once it was go back to Tongsan

The aggressiveness of the approaches

Maybe God move in such a way

Telling them Tongsan has landed

The country in huge debts

China has the cash and economical might

She can crush any small nation

Giving aids control the economy

Now the way of the dragon

We will have to listen to the orders

Climbing up steps for the game of death

To find who is the boss?

the fall will be sad

The liars go

Bringing with them

The half truths

Riding on the air waves

The liars talk

In straight faces

In their palms

The itching of sins

The flow of bad

The fall will be sad

When night falls

The dream of the nightmares

In the daylight

The liars forget their sins

They keep telling lies

The fall will be sad

the cat runs for his life

The 3 black mongrels

Walking on the street

Scavenging for food

The hungry look in their eyes

The cars moving by

The black mongrels don't care

They seem to get used to it

Walking on the street

A nice cute male cat walks

Across the street to another house

He stops on the sidewalk to smell

The 3 black mongrels give chase

The cat takes flight

Puffing hard jump over fence

The 3 black mongrels snarling at the cat

The cat runs for his life

Under the car taking deep breathing

He feels he is lucky to stay alive

The 3 black mongrels run away

On the street scavenging for food

the durian king has to go

The durian king has spoken

The king of fruit has flown to China

Our best durians are taken out from our hands

Leaving us the secondary durians

We should learn from Thailand

She keeps the best at home soil

Let the tourists flock in and party

She makes the billions from the tourists

Here we export our best

Leaving us deprived of our own fruits

The durians can boost tourism

It can rake in the billions ringgit business

But the prime minister is weak in economy

He makes everything goes up

He deprived us of our best fruits

We can't afford it of the costs too high

He will bring us to high debts

As it is now we are feeling the pinch

Our pockets are empty most of the time

He has to go else the nation falls in deep sleep

the look a like

The look a like

In the raunchy videos

The real persons shouldn't feel slighted

They shouldn't put a blame

Why the need to file a police report?

They aren't involved but of the look alikes

They feel they lose their dignity and faces

Even their reputation in the public

Can they blame the look alikes?

The look alikes make their videos

They are the ones who will face the public too

They don't want to slight anybody

It is their freedom of expression

The look alikes have no ulterior motive

What do they gain by the raunchy videos?

When it is leaked they face the shame too

the political frogs

The political frogs

They start to make noises

They can't stay on the alleys

The limelight is the way

The older politicians groan

They can't expect to give way

They want to stay on

They can't stay behind the backdoor

Now they search

A political stage to make it

The ambitious ones will frog

They can't live in private lives

They forget the shell lives

Once its usefulness is gone

It is time to stay indoor

Nurture other talents

But it is the power

The political frogs can't let go

They have tasted it

They feel they are little gods

it is time to foot the change

Once the real reason is known

It will be hard for the business to grow

The customers have known the racist attitude

It will take a long hard look not just by an apology

The hidden agenda of the wrong reasons

Every air we breathe isn't as pure as we imagine

There will be contamination and pollutants

Giving the wrong message a sin has been committed

In God's will is to share and help

Without color or creed or religion

Religions are a personal motivation

One shouldn't impose on other faiths

But the nation is in crying need

The bad faith running a loose cannon

Giving us many headaches

Yet the political leaders stay in silence

Only after HM Sultan of Johore condemned it

The political leaders started to wake up

But the wrong road had been tarred

A wasted time and energy to turn around

It is time to change government

The prophecy on its final round

The last one on the helm

The bad things keep happening

Though he will try to hold on

Every move to stay on his power

But we have learned our lessons

It is time to foot the change

the city folks

Life in the city

Without money you are poor

You will live a hard life

Walk the city slumps

You will find how life is

These people are crying

In the 4 walled of their homes

Thinking how to survive

The costs of living in the city

Even you work hard you still struggle

If you have a family and parents to support

You will not find life so easy to live

You will hard press to balance your money

Life in the city

The neon lights and sound

It seems so much fun

Passing the time

Drink, women and men and wine

Let the world go by

Tomorrow then to decide

That if you are single living by your own

You don't have obligations

You live by your rules

Generally many will face hardship

Struggling everyday in their lives

Wake up in the early morning

Coming home late at night

All because they need to survive

But the city life is harsh and cruel

They will make robots out of many

Some don't even see the sun rising

Life in the city

Once I lived and stayed

Those were the years

I didn't want to go back again

I didn't want to get swallowed up

Losing my soul running amok

I rather stayed on the quiet life

Cherished the moments

Remembered the times

on 5 storey high

She stands by the ledge

Tears from her eyes

Her legs trembling

On 5 storey high

What she is doing?

Jumping down to the ground

The years of learning

It comes to nothing?

The nurse calling her

Cajoling her to stay calm

She looks at her

“You don't understand!”

A passersby captures in hand-phone

The event in real life episode

A woman is going to jump

5 storey to the ground!

She looks at her world

A matter of seconds she will be gone

She hears the nurse calling her

She doesn't care it's the end of her road

She steps over the ledge

She tumbles over and falling

Hitting the second floor awning

It breaks her fall she suffers broken bones

She leaves to tell her story

But the police will charge her for suicide

When she lives she will face the law

Taking a life isn't as easy as ABC

Maybe the judge will be understanding

Show her a mercy since she may feel stupid

A depression can slip into anybody

When there are too many negatives flow

the road of a single entry

The road of a single entry

It will jam up the long queue

The people will feel the heat

In the shine of the hot sun

They can complain

They can rain curses

They can shout

They pick their choise

Now they see it

The laws to restrict movements

The laws or regulations on dressing

And don't forget the segregation of sex

They have to wake up

Learn the addiction

It makes them see

Ways have to change

don't let depression rule

Don't let depression rule

It will take away a life

Thinking there is nothing to live for

Death seems the only way

A person who suffers depression

Do not stay alone and think

It is better to open up

Sometimes talk to strangers

Like the religious officials

They may have ways to share

Depression is in the mind

A traffic jam on a long queue

Bottled up inside will not help

All the red dots will let the mind sink

It has to empty all of it

Let fresh air of ideas circulate in

don't let hades run amok

The Taliban can't take root

This hellish brand will not flourish

It is the work of a sick mind

Using religion to justify its end

In the Middle East countries

We watch the streaming videos

Of the Taliban unleashing its hellish brand

Making the people suffer in pain and sorrow

The Taliban leaders forget

Every religion is to bring peace

Cultivate harmony sharing of cultures

They are interested in their own brand

So God punished them

They lost the battles

They lost their way

Though they still don't learn

Living in harmony

The key to progress

Nobody can live in religion

Without economy nothing works

Here in the nation

We find we have the extremists

Camouflaged in Malay NGOs

In the suit of civil service too

Don't forget some political leaders

They too step up the gears

Don't forget some state religious officials

They too behave in the pattern

Good for us

We have G25

The group of moderate Malays

And His Majesty Sultan of Johore

in late pregnancy

In late pregnancy

A woman shouldn't travel abroad

The costs will hit it hard

When she has a premature delivery

In foreign countries

The cost of medical bills are high

It will eat into all your saving

It may not be enough to meet the costs

Sometimes it is stupidity

Knowing full well it is late pregnancy

When a woman in a 4 months foetus growth

She is better stay home

Now we read about a Malaysian couple

The woman had a premature delivery in UK

The bill will shoot up to over $550,000/-

The couple is hard pressed to raise the money

Whose fault?

Don't blame the child

Sometimes it is miscalculation

Now the couple facing financial burden

Now they appeal for help

In the internet market

There are kind souls

They will help with color blind

the frayed wallpapers

Ah Mooi lies

Only to the village folks

They will think he is right

But the city folks have known

He is packed with the untruth

This is the hallmark of a failed leader

He is on his way out of the ladder

The steps have been cut one by one

In time he has to jump ship

Else he will have nothing to stay

Even in GST Ah Mooi can't tell the truth

India and Malaysia or even in Singapore

In India the rich pay high GST

In Singapore she started at 2%

Here rich or poor pay a flat rate of 6%

But public wastage he keeps quiet

The scandals in his personal life he runs

People talk on Port Dickson, Atlantuya and 1MDB

Ah Mooi hangs on with the compromise agencies

Unwilling to prosecute even with the facts of the cases

It is only to change of wallpapers we will get the culprits

Now Ah Mooi keeps saying

In his mind he is staring at defeat

He is trying to dribble his ball

But the D line is too far for him to arrive

He will be a spent force gasping for air

There is no goal as the whistle rings in his ears

stand on your own feet

Stand on your own feet

You don't need support

Go out and make a living

Be the adventurer and innovator

But are the dominant race sleeping?

Everything they have in their hands

Yet they feel so insecure in their lives

What cause it to behave this way?

Remember the house on the sand?

By the rising tide and strong wind

It will not stand long but collapse

Leaving the wasted energy and funds

So don't be a pawned

You have to stay in the forefront of it

All religions are free to roam

There is no superior in any religion!

The Talibanism is creeping in

The little napoleons want to play the game

They don't have all the cards

They believe they can win!

The nation is sick of these people

They should be put to pasture on an island

Let them see what they can do on it

Without the support of the other races

It is boiled down to our politics

We have to seriously make the effort to change

We have given the dominant party over 6 decades

It is time we wasted it to the dust

the publicity gurus

The publicity gurus

They get their monies

They spin the tales

Let's the game begin

The tell tales sign

The dim light and colorful flashes

On the bill boards and news

The painting of a good

The publicity gurus

They are eager to sell

The monies are easy to make

Knowing the tales are old

The shell life has gone

It will be totally disappeared soon

The cycle has completed

Don't waste the funds

the cats owe no allegiance

The cats owe no allegiance

The cats always say they are the lords

The human race owes them slavery

The cats have 9 lives so it is said

The cats have to meow

They expect food to be served

Like a lord gives command

“Serve me or else?”

The cats will poo or urinate

At any place they think to put marks

Even right in the eyes of the house-owners

The cats will look at you “So what?”

When the cats have finished their meals

They will disappear to go to other houses

Believing they can find food there as well

The cats get hungry quite regularly

The cats were held in high esteem

During the bygone centuries ago

This told us how the cats behave

Nice to cuddle but we are the slaves

cage or freedom

The boastful leaders

They have no place in history

They still use racist way

They better stayed quiet

It is always the greed

Where leaders will fall

Once they forget the basics

They are there to work

It is always corruption

Where lies will go unpunished

Where the fish head is rotten

The body and tail will die

Enter the bad

The way will turn mad

Every light must be gone

They don't want people to see

The crooked leaders

They want to enrich silently

They will hide their wealth

And they will sing praises to the Lord

Here we are

On the cross-road of change

The scandals, the corruption and draconian laws

Where we will be heading? Cage or freedom?

the barring

We are Malaysians

But Sabah and Sarawak

Use the immigration law to evict

The Malaysians from the Peninsula

They will use the rights conferred to them

Under the points of 18 or 20

Barring Malaysians from the mainland

Over 5 decades yet they are afraid?

But East Malaysians facing no difficulty here

They are allowed to roam freely without restrictions

They can find work and stay and breed

The mainland Malaysians welcome them

It is always sad to read

The barring of fellow Malaysians from the mainland

Sabah and Sarawak wake up show your maturity

We have it for over 5 decades it means something

The foreigners will not face the dilemma

They are the tourists bringing in the revenue

The two states need them economically

But fellow Malaysians aren't we have contributed?

we aren't perfect

Don't bury too much religion

In the head it will make a person mad

He can't see the right or wrong

What he sees he is the best

The world we live in

It is the good and the bad

No matter how we try to reason

This is the world to learn our mistakes

Religions are guide lines

We have to walk to feel it

Talk is easy but doing it is hard

It takes a goodwill and patience

But many feel differently

They think they are the best

With their kind of religion

They don't need others to blend in

In history many failed

The best turned out the worst

Yet the modern man refuses to learn

He thinks others are bad

don't empty what you learned

The good deeds

A leader must remember

When he started out as a novice

Receiving instructions and assistance

In the grooming years of his life

The events he has learned

The watching and listening

The participating in discussions

The road to be a better person

The groundworks he has acquired

During his years of working behind the shadow

Paying close attention of how to deal

So that one day he can put into a better use

One day he tackles the position

He forgets his training; he forgets his time

Suddenly he wants to empty all in his mind

He swims into the deep water....

Then all the troubles bloom

He finds no where to tackle it

He keeps digging up holes

He is at a lost to fill it in

He forgets the good deeds

The past leaders who helped him

He thinks he can break free

Now he is in deep water

we must change our attitude

Don't be afraid of change

There is nothing wrong with it

We must see the value

The proper perspective and beyond

The addicted people

They will try to stick to the old

They are drugged up in their minds

They only see the darkside

These people must kick the habit

They can't be spoon fed all in their lives

What dignity will they have?

When they get the crumbs

We must change for progress

In our minds; in our social interactions

In building a progressive nation

We must stand together make the change

a limp affair

There is a new crown

On the king of frogs

A lot of publicity given

A public relation exercise

As it turns out

It is a limp affair

Nothing great about it

He is just another frog

Age has taken its toll

What can he do now?

Nobody will believe his speeches

He is better off ride to the sunset

The dominant party will fall

The last run for its final hurrah

It's leaders can't change it

It is locked in to happen

By playing race and religion

Its leaders think they will win

It is the same will affect them

The breaking free of addiction!

the young turn violence

The young turn violence

Some are aggressive

Some take drugs

Some causing deaths

What have gone wrong?

The education system?

The parents? The school?

Maybe the society too?

Maybe the behavior of politicians

They don't show good behavior

Look at the dominant party leaders

They have to go back to school!

The young will ape the leaders

The young will copy the elders

The young will follow the bad

When the crooks are walking free

The schools are to blame?

The parents should accept the responsibility?

The political leaders should learn in the mirrors

What have they done for the young to ape them?

The violence in the young

It doesn't show up recently

It may have to do with the nurturing

Now they think they can do and escape