the orange suits

The orange suits

Let it walk on parade

The Amno baru crooks

They aren’t special in law

Let them wear it

It will let them realize

It isn’t a dream

It is for real

Even the supporters

Even the aides will not say

Their leaders aren’t guilty

But as long as they wear the orange suits

They will dance in our minds

How they fall for the sin of corruption

There shouldn’t be any special treatment

Once they break the law, they face the consequences

The orange suits

Let it walk on parade

A picture will tell many stories

The crooks can’t slip away

the poor lives

The poor lives

In a one room shack

Back in the old days

When poverty strikes hard

The woman cuts wood

The children have to forgo food

Living on white rice porridge

Still happy to be alive

When it rains

The roof leaks

The pails will bring in

Storing up the water

The poor lives

In a one room shack

Back in the old days

The children hope for a good life

The years flow quickly

The children grow up

One passes away

When her mother can’t afford medical treatment

She is young aged 3 years old

The adorable girl her mother loves her a lot

She never gets her chance to see her world

She dies living in a one room shack

Now the children all grown up

They live their separate lives

Brothers and sisters only meet

Only on occasions coming in

Will they remember?

The hard living in a one room shack?

Living on white porridge

Dreaming of a better life ahead

They don’t talk about it

Leaving back in their memories

The poor lives in a one room shack

When poverty strikes hard but they survive

the sad street

The sad street

We will hear it somewhere

The end of a rainbow

Where the darkness always rules

The sharp bend

No driver will understand

Why the road engineer never sees it?

The statistics keep piling high

The end of a rainbow

The crash of metals

The spinning turtles

It is the sad street

The tears fall too late

The voices in a whimper

There is nothing to save

But the lost lives in the mangled metals

The sad street

We will hear it somewhere

The end of a rainbow

The praying for the souls

the extremist groups

The extremist groups

Riding in our midst

The leaders will make bad speeches

They only believe their own

In their religion

They forget to see

The compassion in its core value

They don’t want to admit

They should study

Why Taliban fail

Why Isis fail

The extremism will fall

They don’t want to admit

The wrong way in their approach

If they don’t understand their religion

They are told to seek the people of the Book

But they don’t

Pride pulls them down

They brand them in different name

The inner conflicts besiege their souls

The wrong way of life

The extremists will face in consequences

Once they fall into the lake of fire

They will painfully regret in their way

don't forget the ordinary folks

The street fighters

Now on the high

They shouldn’t forget

The roots where it all started

The mingling of the crowd

The people who make or break a government

These are the ordinary folks making end meets

The street fighters mustn’t forget

The ordinary folks hope for a better beginning

They don’t like to hear the old stories

They want to hear the new hope

A better future for a tomorrow

Now the street fighters

They are in the position of power

They must remember of where they came

PH leaders don’t ever forget the ordinary folks

Najib will pay big time

Najib wants to play in Facebook

PH let him run for his last time

Let him write what he wants to say

The lies will entangle him high

He thinks he is popular in Facebook

With many likes and tagging along

Many want to egg him on his role

He is going down for good

The charges will hang him high

There is no where he could escape

He can say all he wants in his days

The truth will catch up with him

Once he said he had no money

Yet he has advisors and aides hanging around him

The tooling of tales will not help him in the end

The sins will collect its due in quick time

Najib should stop his antics

He has to see himself in the mirror

Honestly asking himself a few questions

Will he get free with his 42 charges now?

The Bamboo River is singing his name

It isn’t good to play out in the air

Najib brings the bad tales to himself

The sins of his life he has to pay big time

when life falls apart

When life falls apart

You don’t have to hide and feel sorrow

Thinking tomorrow never comes

It’s a journey never ends

One chapter closes another will open

Though we may cry for the one leaving behind

Run to God

He will make you smile

He will calm your fear

It isn’t in the valley of darkness

When life falls apart

Don’t cry the whole day

Don’t live in misery and pain

Don’t worry about this world

You have lived in it

You have tasted the good and bad

Now open the other gate

Feel the new one taking shape

Run to God

He will make you free

He will give you a shelter

He will make sure you are fed

When life falls apart

You aren’t alone living with it

It will fall to all living

One day the time will be called

The birth, the death, the renewal

In God’s way nothing is impossible

no fun living in bad dreams

Wee, wee, wee

It is better to be debt free

It’s no fun living in bad dreams

Living with debts paying for decades

Losing jobs ok

The affected ones seek elsewhere

Though the complaints will rise

The country’s debts will not be locked in

ECRL will bleed the nation

Everything isn’t on the country’s advantage

China will still do trade with the nation

People like Wee Wee should stay quiet

Paying a whopping interest of $500 million

This isn’t a good way to do business

Wee, wee, wee, don’t take us for the fools

You better close shop save us the blushes

Though ECRL hasn’t officially terminated

It is still under negotiation to settle terms of it

If there is no economic value for the nation

It is good to bundle it out and move on

China will still do trade with the nation

The decades of friendship will be strong

One trade goes wrong nothing to shout about

There are other ways to conduct projects

get rid of corruption plan

Get rid of corruption plan

On papers seem to flow

The publicity to the masses

The bad crooks better beware

The enforcement is important

Everyone needs to cooperate

From the top to the bottom

Do businesses in the honest way

The underground bad cables

It has to be pulled out one by one

Though it will take a few years

It will be worth the efforts

The major crooks must be caught

Let them face the courts and get the sweet justice

Let the crooks rot in jail for a very long time

The bad supporters will slowly get in the net

Corruption is a disease of short-cut to wealth

It happens in every strata of society to live an easy life

Time the red light shines brightly

Let the Cats catch the rats quickly

the cigarettes smoke

No more cigarettes for sale

No more trying to please a group

Let the smokers feel the cold turkey

They will appreciate it later

No doubt they will shout

Like small kids wanting to play with toys

Displaying on the windows

Crying for mommies to buy

Cigarettes smoking is bad

The smokers are lucky

It isn’t place under the Drugs Act

So, they can smoke freely

Now it has endangered lives

The active smokers causing pain to passive smokers

They will get life threatening ailments

It is better to stop smoking for good

Currently, the Act enforces

The smokers will complain or argue

They forget it is for their own good

To live a better life

One day it should ban totally

The manufactured and imported cigarettes and tobacco

Let the air we breathe less of one pollutant

Causing us health issues in later lives

1MDB scandal

1MDB scandal

Amno baru leaders want to forget

Let bygone be bygone

Until they all pay for it

It isn’t easy to close it

It brings us shame in the world

It brings us the corruption to the hilt

It brings us the abuses of power

Until the culprits are found and jailed

Until the loots are recovered and paid

Until then we aren’t going to forget

The 1MDB brings us the bad name

The big names will face the courts

The day will come bad will not hide

They have to wear the orange suits

Spend their entire lives in Bamboo River

But we will not forget

1MDB will be in history

A lesson we shouldn’t ignored

In the years of this nation

the truth will close in

The rats are running

Sneaking out from the holes

They feel at a loss

The rising tide flooding their homes

They breathe too much dirty air

They feel so at home in the darkness

Once they weren’t afraid of the Cats

They could tout them as they sneaked in and out

Now the flash lights cast everywhere

The rats have no choice but to run

Some hide in boxes; some hide in flower pots

Some hide in the garden of bushes and plants

The Cats are searching

They will not let every rat hide away

A few had been caught

They will not hide anymore

But the addicted rats

They can’t live without the daily doses of food

Flowing down from the drainage chains

They can have an easy life for ages

Now they run

They hope the Cats will not find them

The truth will catch up with the rats

When the nets are closed in

time najib faces the court

Time Najib faces the court

There too many charges in his name

He hasn’t attended his full trial

He mustn’t allow to walk free

Let him wear the orange suit

Why can’t Macc do it?

There mustn’t be any exception

He has to face his truth

Because he hasn’t worn it

He can fool the villagers

He hasn’t committed any wrong

Put him in the orange suit

The day will dawn on him

He isn’t free anymore

There will be his stigma

The picture will tell a thousand tales

Now he faces additional 3 charges

Yet he hasn’t worn the orange suit

He mustn’t be given special consideration

It has to stop to make him realize he isn’t out of the loop

Time to get Najib to face the court

Let his trial begin for him to realize

There is no way he could hide

He can’t seek postponement

Let the wheel of justice begin

Let Najib face his long trial

On his many charges in his name

Bamboo River is waiting for him

the burden of sin

Let MO1 taste his short victory

The heavy load of his burden he will carry

By then he will not smile so freely

He will face the hard truth

Let Amno baru feel it has gained ground

Playing on the old tactics of race and religion

The folks in Cameron Highlands feel obligated

Of the long reign of Bee Anne

If only they wake up from their addiction

They will realize they have been short-changed

MO1 has been charged with corruption and abuses of power

The 38 charges will hang him to the law

Let him taste his short victory

He will make no difference in the game

He will face his real hard truth

When his cases start to roll in

For Amno baru?

It is when to get the boot

It is living on a hope

ROS will not strike it out

Pas will sing on religion

Thinking it can rule the nation

One day it will fall like Mat Jenin

God will punish its leaders’ sins

Now let MO1 feel the victory

He can talk as much as he wants

Bearing in the mind the hard truth

The hill will not save him

the lonely lover

The lonely lover

Look out through the window

Counting the traffic flow

In the hotel room

The hotel of one- night stands

The lonely lover waits for the call

He stands by the window

Anxiously counting his breathing

The foreplay in his mind

He heard what his friends talked about

The hotel of one -night stands

He can play his game nobody will notice

The lonely lover

Every new year he will face his dilemma

What will he tell his parents?

He has no partner in his life

He wants to stay single

He can pick his own tastes and desires

Though he is labelled the lonely lover

He likes the ring in his ears

When he hears a knock on the door

He stops his dreaming and walks to open it

What he sees he hardly can take off his eyes

“Please come in…”

The spirits of the underworld

Nothing impossible they can’t do

Once they find the weaknesses

They will make it happening

the political crooks

The political crooks

They must face the jail

Let them wear the orange suits

It will tell the story

Currently, they walk free

They can lie all the way

Look at the addicted supporters

They dream of the cash is king

These bad politicians

They must be quickly tried in courts

They must be sent to prison

On the cases staked high on them

Even the running dogs too

They have caused damages to our lives

They brought bad image for all of us

They must face the rule of law

PH leaders mustn’t wait

The crooks must be sent to jail

When they wear the orange suits

A picture tells a thousand tales

the old has gone and in history

Amno baru and Pas combo

Back to the old road

Pas was carved out in Amno old

Now the parties are back in the fold

The leaders speak of race and religion

Through the decades of its existence

They think they are the only ones living

In the nation of many colours

Amno baru and Pas cooperation

The fences of division will be built

Now Amno baru isn’t the ruling government

The crying of shame in many ways

The Malays have to wake up

Learn from the past lessons

What have they got in return?

Still crying for their leg up!

The Malays have to kick the habit

It brings them to nowhere at par

The world is the play ground

The best and fittest will get the just rewards

But Amno baru and Pas will try the opposite

The leaders will try to suppress the evolving minds

Everyday choking them with race and religion

These leaders want to stay at the top

Amno baru and Pas combo

The nation doesn’t need to go to the old

It is the future the country needed to progress

The old has gone and in history