in my working life

In my working life

Many Malays worked with me

They didn’t show disrespect

I told them to carry out tasks

Behind my back I wouldn’t say

Though I suspected a few would do

Writing graffiti on the wall

Telling me in many unsavoury words

Somehow, I would get the feedback

The bad apples running around

Causing mischief causing bad image

They were the ones who couldn’t do well

I was lucky in commanding position

Barking orders getting things done

Working with 95% Malay workforce

I had my share of the back stabbing

The Malays I knew

They could be kind and supportive

They could be bad and couldn’t care less

They just wanted to cause troubles

With decades of working with them

I had seen the good, the bad and the ugly

I found they could be very good

I found they could be truly lazy