the foreign sampah

The foreign sampah

They mustn’t allow to stay here

We shouldn’t allow our shores

Be their permanent land of hiding

There no excuses to allow them to stay

There aren’t our citizens we shouldn’t offer protection

PH leaders in government should wake up now

Before people power throw you guys in the rubbish tongs

Why must we offer red carpet treatment?

When our own aborigines we thrashed them?

Don’t use religion to say your excuses

It doesn’t help the nation in the eyes of the world

PH leaders in government

There is no excuse not to do the right thing

If the Old Man doesn’t understand

He should be told nicely

The Old Man likes to do his way

The old habits can’t change in the new

He needs to be reminded in the collective decision

He isn’t a one man show

We will keep monitoring

The next 4 years before GE15

Don’t be a one hit wonder

Be like the Rolling Stones

Aging well still entertaining

Across nations and colourful people

Give them a moment to enjoy

The free flow remembering the summer of 1969

dust in the air

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Dust in the air

We breathe it

Thinking we are still alive

We hardly think over

Dust in the air

We are busy with our chores

We don’t see the danger

Coming at us every day

We breathe in and out

We walk in the dust

We don’t think of the danger

We think we are still alive

Dust in the air

We gossip on the sex video

We try to say our pieces

But the danger in the air we forget

We want to live in peace

We want to enjoy our lives

The political dust makes us astray

We play our tunes in different camps

But the dust in the air

We breathe in and out

Thinking we are still alive

We hardly think over

we must be the power

The people power

Stay on the constant alert

We mustn’t allow our representatives

Do as they plan on us

Democracy works 2 ways

The trust and honesty

The politicians must be sincere

Though we know power will corrupt the mind

So, we have to stay on our toes

Some leaders are charged out on bail

Yet they walk around towns

As if they are the great ones

We can’t blame these bad leaders

They have zombie followers singing high praises

It is only when they enter Bamboo River

They will know they are finished

But the people power

It mustn’t come only in elections

It has to be a continuous monitoring

We must be the power for the nation

the muslim couples

The Muslim couples

Dating and sex

Finding ways to escape

The preying eyes

Once I was told

The authority gave money

Let them know of the amorous couples

The raid would be conducted

The policing of unmarried Muslim couples

They will find hard to play the dating games

The Queen Victoria era had chaperons for the girls

There would be no amorous dealing or escape

The Muslim couples

They will try to play

“Catch me if you can”

They will not think of the shame

Sin isn’t in the physical union

Sin is in the mind if we dream on it

Though we can deny we never do

Sin is everywhere we couldn’t escape

the river cries

The river cries

Feeling the water flow

Red, yellow, orange or blue

It tells what is going on

The eco-system plundered

It never stays the same again

The debris push to the river

Choking its life to the lowest ebb

The rainy days

The onslaught of colourful debris falls

Rushing to the river contamination results

Who will answer on the dying river flow?

The river cries

In silence hoping sanity prevails

The acts of the humans

Don’t we realize nature gives us life?

the smokers

The smokers

They don’t learn

They don’t care

They want to puff

Smoke of rings

Floating in the air

The high in the mind

Of diseases they forget

The smokers

Addicted in their lives

They don’t admit

They feel it is cool

Quit smoking

The smokers smile

“This is life

It makes us alive!”

Smoking bring health hazards

The smokers and secondary inhalers

This is the cycle of life

It benefits nobody

When life hanging on edge

The saving gone to treat it

The smokers start to regret

“We should quit!”

under the bridge

Under the bridge

The homeless stay

The addicts hang around

Living in the addicted dreams

They watch the scenes

Of the motor vehicles passing by

Roaring noises and fumes in the air

They stay on living as the outcasts

Under the bridge

The rubbish everywhere

The rats will run along

Sometimes rain beating in

But for the homeless

But for the addicts

They call it home

Living under the bridge

Under the bridge

The stench of urine and stale food

It’s life for the destitute

A life moves in the wrong way

PKR like horse pulling a stage coach

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Anwar Ibrahim

Get your party in tandem

You have a job to do

Now don’t think of the plum job

If you can’t handle your party affairs

It will show us you aren’t the right man

Don’t be hungry for the PM post

If it is you, the job will come knocking

Now ask your supporters to stop running down

On your own party leaders who may think differently

They are the veterans in the party but they have different view

Every party member should accept the differences

Attacking their own leaders

All because these leaders view differently

Anwar Ibrahim you have a job to do

Get your supporters to behave with decorum

PKR like horses pulling a stage coach

The riders hit the horses and running smoothly

Until the riders misbehave with their whips

The horses may pull in different direction

Anwar Ibrahim

Get your party in shape

Currently, it runs in different directions

It will show on your leadership skills

growing old without saving

Growing old without saving

Life will be difficult to survive

On a daily basis wondering how

When mobility is an issue

Many will regret

Forgetting to put aside for rainy days

When the sunset finally hit the mind

It will be too late to get it started

Some may have children

Thinking there will be no worries

But the children turn into adults

Get married have their own families

Help will infrequent

The aging parents only talk and of despair

Knowing they will stay alone

Counting the sunsets

Don’t ever think the children will help

It depends on the bond in their growing up years

If they are mistreated or neglected in their lives

They may do the same tricks back

The old age will arrive

Everyone should be prepared to embrace it

Save our wealth for the rainy days

We don’t have to worry it happens to everyone

Unless we have nothing

Growing old and alone

We will suffer indignity and shame

For we forgot to plan our old age

the aging singles

The aging singles

Once they lived the good life

Without care what would happen

When old age takes its form

Monies can ease the problems

But it isn’t the solution to grow old

When the physical self -deteriorates

The inability to walk or feed the nightmares will begin

The fear of abandonment will rise

Living alone without support

Relatives may turn blind eyes

Friends may disappear or reluctant to help

The neighbours may help for awhile

The aging singles should realize now

The neighbours can’t do it forever

It is a short -term solution to help

So, it has to be the welfare homes

If the aging singles have no families

With monies to spare maybe they will

Live a pleasant life to the sunset

the dumping grounds

The dumping grounds

All for monies the owners turn blind

The land they owned they contracted to other parties

They get their monies so they stay quiet

They don’t have to sweat on the land

They stay at home receive their monies in the banks

Whereas the land will be suffering

The folks too have to bear the bad smell

On the nearby streams or rivers

The contamination will be severe

Even the dumping sites near catchment areas

The costs of cleaning up will be high

The authorities must be pro-active

They need to walk the places of interests

Work with the NGOs to find the truth

The officers mustn’t stay in office too long

The dumping grounds

The problems for the nation

Because of monies and easy work

The landowners turn blind eyes

a promise must be kept

Who will be the next Prime Minister?

The grapevine blossoms with the predictions

The opponents will say they support the Old Man

Even Azmin Ali says he wants Dr M to stay

To steady and steer the nation battered image and economy

Leaving Anwar Ibrahim trying hard to stay relevant

For a job he wants it in his body and soul

Yet the waiting for Anwar may be long

And age isn’t in his favour

The current problems in PKR

Anwar has to right the direction

He has to show his mettle he can do it

Otherwise his credibility will be at stake

Now he has his problems with his deputy

And his camp has created many problems too

His camp is allegedly link to the gay video

Hitting at his own party deputy president

And the video facial analysis can’t show the result

Even the IGP admitted it weeks ago

The opponents have their own schemes

The leaders can’t afford to go to jail

The curry favours to stay in freedom

Though the Old Man knows

The rule of law will prevail

There will be no bargain on the score

The Old Man has said it many times

He will surrender his post in slightly over 2 years

A promise he has to keep no matter what is the outcome

It is the gentleman’s honour to give way

And Anwar must stay clean and healthy

For the country top job is a demanding exercise

But Anwar has to keep his house in unity

He better begins the healing process now

the giant falls

The giant falls

In last May

The circling stars

He will never see

Down on the slope

Tumbling deep in the hole

The crying can be heard

The brave words all gone

The little people rush to see

They smile and clap their hands

Finally, the giant in the deep sleep

For a long time in history

The followers run and scattered

Finding ways to assemble and fight

But the grapevine says they can’t move

Without monies to march on

The giant falls

In history he will be recorded

Forget his root and stay humble

Karma collects her payment in full

the bad ways always fall

Wealth lure the mind

Once it digs into the eyes

Nothing will stop it to spread

It will contaminate the life

Once we lose control

Believing to hide the crime

Nobody will know

Cook the books steal the cash

The corrupt mind will find ways

To get hold of wealth in the shortest time

Believing it is the right to have it

Even by crooked means to achieve the wealth

If it doesn’t come by honest way

The crimes will be found and detected

Because crimes of any shapes or modes

It doesn’t pay in the end

sex is work

The women of the night

They provide their services for a price

It’s the willing to pay and accept

There is no hidden cost to lie

The sex workers take risks

It is the hardship of their lives

They are willing to swallow pride

It’s the living they want to survive

Sex is work

The women provide their skills

Honed it through experience and networking

They have the guts to get it going

Though they will face the law

The police will conduct raids and arrests

The women of the night

They know the consequences in their lives

It is better to regulate this industry

The government should provide an area

Classify as the dreams merchant to paradise

The police can handle other important criminal cases

the leaders of red and white

The leaders of red and white

They can’t see beyond but lies

Every day they will say something

Trying to curry favours not to go to jail

The crimes they will face

It will not go away

The laws will be used

It is better they understood

They can use their running dogs

Barking up loud and noisy as well

Give them the skeleton bones

They will be indebted but on the wrong side

They will use distractions

Employ their goons to make distortions

Let the government put out the fires

Yet they can’t escape the rule of law

They will attack in every opportunity

They can’t think best in their heads

They only see their own kind and religion

The others are maze in their minds

The leaders of red and white

The stock has plunged deep in the ravine

It will be difficult to stage a come back

They better prepared to see the worst

the malaysian unity

The Malaysian unity

It is still far off the distance

The political agenda isn’t in the frame

Each party will try to curry favours

On that score we will hear

The 3Rs issues keep shouting in the air

The majority race leaders can’t stomach it

They think they should rule the nation

In fact, all of us are immigrants

Our roots originated from other countries

China, Indonesia, India, Europe, Thailand

Yet one race keeps trying to gain its originality

As long as the politicians aren’t sincere

The Malaysian unity will fall on the side road

The Constitution guarantees it for all races

Yet the race base parties will try to say differently

The King’s wishes are sincere

He has mixed around from villages to the cities

From all walk of lives, he continues to socialize

His vision should be realized for the nation

The Malaysian unity

As long as the politicians think as one

There shouldn’t be divide and rule on race

The nation is the wealth of all people

karma will want her payment

Base on a false premise

The foundation will be weak

The leaders of red and white

The turban heads of green moon

The leaders aim isn’t on common ground

They just want to gain back the power base

Still using 3Rs to satisfy their inner craving

The majority race isn’t supporting the plan

Karma works in the shadows

Luring them to feel the false rewards

Now these leaders have fallen again

The complete destruction will burn the doors

When the smoke rises within their souls

They aren’t going to escape but get choked in

Only then they will realize their full payment

They have to atone for their sins

The party of red and white

The party of the green moon

You may have the false hope

But karma will want her payment