the painted leaders

The painted leaders

They don’t feel ashamed

They wear the badges

The buttons of 40s or 100s

They go around

Telling their lies again

They don’t feel remorse

They will breed the similar kind

The nation doesn’t need them

Nor the followers of the blind

The eyes see the glittering gems

They think they need it too

They say it is cruel

They will face jail time

They can’t be free

They will face jailhouse

Yet they speak of air of arrogance

As if it is their rights to be corrupted

The followers of the blind

They better wake up before it is too late

the addict life

The addict life

The darkness in the mind

The future is nothingness

Living by drugs

Slowly life will be gone

The future in God’s hands

As the addiction takes hold

The wasted time and moments

Puffing up the smoke in the veins

Leaving all the signs

Life becomes a bad dream

Hiding in shame running away

Living in homeless crying in sober times

But it’s the addict life

Friends may turn you away

Family may disown you

You are left alone

Walking like shadow in the dark streets

Wondering how life make you into a zombie

In and out of jail

Life is still hard to change

You will go back to the dream world

Puffing up your veins in smoke

Unless you summon your will to change

Only then God will show His way

Putting you back in the civilized world

the tainted leaders

The tainted leaders

They shouldn’t stand on stage

They aren’t the sages

They have soiled their names

They better tie their names

In their homes and stay in

They shouldn’t show their faces

When the charges keep piling high

Some runners will sing high praises

On the tainted leaders in their midst

Though they forget how these leaders behave

They took monies for their own

The members should keep a distance

They shouldn’t associate themselves in it

They should use their minds to differentiate

Sadly, they don’t see the crimes committed

It’s no used praying

When they don’t follow it through

They get involved in the bad crooks

They will burn in the lake of fire

The tainted leaders

Jailhouse has their names

It will be waiting

The day they will walk in

the home minister should listen now

You don’t get the same flock

To investigate their own group

There is no way to find the truth

There is always a bias on the investigations

The calls of many

The Home Minister must change his decision

He should incorporate others into it

Increase the task force members

He has nothing to lose his face

Though he should know better

To appoint the same uniform group

It will perceive as bad faith

The force appearance shouldn’t be kept low

It affects everyone of us living here

We want to know the truth

Why the special branch carries it out?

Who gave the order?

Who wanted to cover it up?

Why the Past IGPs kept quiet?

Let the truth be told

LBGTQ will stay with us

The stigma in the straight life

It will not go away no matter how one tries

This group of people will not fade away

They will play on their shadows in the lights

LBGTQ are people too

It’s only their tastes are different

They aren’t from outer space

They aren’t born aliens

It is God’s way

Test the faithful

People who live in religious faiths

How they are going to accept these queer people?

Don’t judge others

When you don’t want to receive the same

The straight should offer friendship

LBGTQ people aren’t going away

The straight shouldn’t sound so holy

When you say bad against LBGTQ

You have sinned in your soul and mind

You forget queer people don’t commit crimes

Let these people be

They live their own lives

They contribute to the economy

They contribute to the voting systems too

it never rains

It never rains

The clouds are white and blue

Shining bright by the sun

The golden beams in straight rows

The leaves put up fights

Giving shades under the sun

The potted plants still burn

The leaves all turn brown

It will go down

The leaves will fly away

When the hot wind will blow

Leaving the vacuum for the lights

It never rains

The hazy zone over the mountain

The clouds are white and blue

Tomorrow will never know

Changes will come

The old habits still die hard

The haze over the mountain

Tomorrow will never know

my time on the net

Spending my time

Crossing the net

The colours I imagine

Nobody can tell me away

The arm-chair traveller

Browsing the streaming videos

Of the sights people have seen

I can imagine how it is

Search my mind

Of the memories gone

Spending my time

Crossing the net

The pictures, sounds and words

It flows back like droplets of memories

There is no way to forget about sights

My mind will cross it imagine its world

Spending my time

Crossing the net

Search my mind

Of the memories gone

jailhouse

Jailhouse

The crooks are free

The charges file in double digits

Yet the rule of law taking a snail pace

The main ones are in file

The names the public know well

They aren’t going to escape

Out of the Jailhouse

They will face the strong arm of the law

They can’t escape with their silly excuses

The documents are easily available in banks

There is no way to play innocent victims

Jailhouse

The calling of their names

The singers sing it in the bars

The inmates waiting to learn a thing or two

Jailhouse

The casting net should rope more in

Don’t let them speak out arrogantly

They still dream they are the ruling elites

don't be cruel

Don’t be cruel

The natural environment

It is there for a reason

To sustain our lives

Don’t be cruel

Digging up into holes

Leaving it barren for decades

It will breed mosquitoes

Don’t be cruel

Using words to influence

Thinking of gains and profits

Leaving the nature in bad shapes

There is a price to pay

When nature goes on strike

We will suffer for our greed

Turn around be good to nature

Don’t be cruel

Nature helps us

Don’t be blind on greed

Don’t let nature strike we will be dead

assets declarations

Assets declarations

The law-makers must show the way

Nobody should try to escape

The law-makers must be honest

These law-makers mustn’t give excuses

There are no reasons they will feel the fear

Of kidnappers or gangs coming for them

They are laws to deal with these criminals

When it is table by motion in Parliament

All the law-makers must vote for it

Macc should note who will be absent

It will show they have something to hide

We want our law-makers to be clean

In every word and action, they say or claim

We do not want our law-makers hiding in excuses

Macc should haul them in for questioning

Time our members of Parliament

Declare their assets to Macc

The Speaker must take appropriate measures

To haul up the reluctant law-makers

no double standards please

Malaysia shouldn’t play double standards

PH leaders must have guts to make the right decision

Zakir Naik shouldn’t be allowed to stay here

He has nothing to offer but shame to the nation

Dr Mahathir talks about rule of law

Play it by the book send back Zakir Naik

India has requested her citizen back

He has to face his Amla charges

PH leaders must tell the Old Man

There is no reason to hold him back

He isn’t our citizen why the red -carpet treatment?

For goodness sake, send Zakir Naik back to India

Interpol will issue a red notice in due course

Malaysia mustn’t play double standards

In time the nation will suffer lack of credibility

And don’t tell us follow the rule of law!

Send Zakir Naik back to India

This is where he will belong

He has to face his demons

The Amla charges of over $115 millions

wait for the night

Wait for the night

Nobody will know

The shadows nobody wants to see

They will hide safely in their homes

Wait for the night

Many watch the televisions

Many on handphones or notebooks

They are lazy to watch the darkness

The sky can be bright

The midnight stars shine

The twinkling stars high in the sky

The night of shadows crawl on the walls

Nobody will see

There is no time for the night

Even the streets are alone

The whoring wind whispers low

Wait for the night

Nobody will know

The silence of the shadows

Only yell of surprise in the end

rhythm of the Old Man

Rhythm of the Old Man

He plays his old tunes everyday

It is only way to keep his sanity

It plays in his mind the whole day

Rhythm of the Old Man

He doesn’t wait for the clock

He wants to get his way

Listening to his old tunes again

Bersih can shout and say

PSC can say it too

There is no law to say he can’t do

He needs to get his way quickly

The coalition leaders stay put

They allow the Old Man his way

They are learning the rope to govern

The skills on the streets they put on hold

Rhythm of the Old Man

He knows what he wants to do

Give him the spaces to do his performance

Listening to his old tunes again

dump the rubbish

Dump the rubbish

Get it away

Leave up the piles

An eyesore for the eyes

NGOs complain

The action takes a while

The contractors and landlords

They will smile to the banks

When action finally arrives

The stop- work orders sealed off the land

The landowners will plead guilty

Go to court face a wrist of fine

$1,000 fine for polluting the land and water

The air we breathe of the burning plastics

The landlords will still smile

They don’t face the prison time

When the law never changes

The polluters will return

They are willing to be fined

They still make their pile of wealth

the composition of the task force

The composition of the task force

To probe and investigate the forced disappearance

It smells a bad choice by the Home Minister

Why the police officers in the group?

The task force should be by independent group or persons

The police officers shouldn’t be involved in the investigations

It will never show the mental strength of fairness

When they will be involved with their fellow officers?

How to investigate their own officers?

The Home Minister should have picked the right persons

He can pick it from the Bar Council, NGOs, independent lawyers

Maybe the Old Man can add a few members to the current list

The investigations must be fair and true

Let the public have the confidence of its composition

The Home Minister fails on his mission

It isn’t too late adding a few more persons to the list

life a highway

Life a highway

I can go fast or slow

I can go wild on the road

Nobody will say a thing

Maybe they will whisper

“He’s going to the graveyard shift soon

Speeding like a wild thing on the road”

Life a highway pumps up the blood

I watch the cameras on the highway

It will catch the highway speedsters

The drivers will know the locations

They have driven the highway so often

Life a highway

I watch the scenes

I see the crashes

I see the graveyards

It isn’t good

Speeding all the way

Slow down a little

It will save life

Life a highway

Don’t fall into the graveyard

It will make a life short

Learn to drive within the speed limit

we have to move on

We have to move on

The sex scandals aren’t something new

It is the gutter politics of the worst kind

It shouldn’t be entertained at all

The private affairs of any one

Let it stay that way

It doesn’t bring any benefit at all

It will be blowing with the wind

It is used to tarnish a person’s life

In the private affairs it should stay

The persons who put it up should realize

They aren’t saints but sinners going to the lake of fire

We have to move on

We can’t be held up on the sex scandals

It isn’t something new in our world

We have seen enough of it

i watch outside my windows

I watch

Outside my windows

My eyes scan the garden

Hoping to catch a glimpse

Of the Persian cat

I know he is gone

There is no morning greeting

I am left to keep his memories

I watch

Outside my windows

I listen to any calls

I can’t pick any sound familiar

I watch the streets

Outside my windows

I know he is gone

The Persian cat is gone

Maybe he finds his new home

The cat lovers who can feed him well

I am left to keep his memories

I watch

Outside my windows

My eyes scan the garden

There is no familiar face

My little friend gone for good

anwar ibrahim

Anwar Ibrahim

The day he shall sing

He shouldn’t keep saying it

He shouldn’t let his runners say

Anwar Ibrahim

He better keeps his house in full gear

He can’t have division of conflict

He has to take decisive action

Anwar Ibrahim

He is in the driver’s seat

The road ahead he can’t decide

He should keep his house in order

No doubt his party in his coalition agreed

He will be the next prime minister

He shouldn’t dream and wait for it

He should do his duty to pull the forces in

PKR conflicts flowing in different directions

It never sounds confidence in his handling

He should put a stop to the bickering

It isn’t about free speech but conflicts

It will tell on him

If he can’t put his house in top shape

He has to show his qualities now

Before he can take the role of prime minister

the dead woods have to go

The dead woods have to go

They are the parasites eating up the grains

It is a normal way to stay alive and competitive

It isn’t about R$R to boot about

The opposition parties have no credibility

They can’t manage the nation well

As a result, the nation was in a bad shape then

Lucky for us, we booted them out of the corridor

Now the opposition screams on R$R

Bankrupt of ideas only want to be fed

The nation doesn’t need the pythons and the rats

She needs planters, innovators, investors, directors

It isn’t about R$R

It is about economy

Choose the able talents to manage

The projects and companies for the nation