the old things

The old things

It may have value

Many aren't in the know

They throw it away

The items of decades ago

Many thought it is trashed

Out they dump in the garbage tongs

Somebody will collect and make fortunes

Once years ago I read about a story

The generations past they kept the round stone

The owner didn't know what it is

He sold it off for a song

The buyer went to appraise it

He found out it was pure diamond

He collected a cool US$12 million

An asset of the past the owner didn't know

Even old photographs have monetary value

For the right historians they will pay premium for it

Don't ever think of the past decades of photographs

It may worth something to somebody

The old things

Don't think it is past history

It has its value

To the right history hunters

the master of puppets

The master of puppets

PH leaders must wake up now

They can't be drowning in power

They forget their agendas

For the people and nation

Do not let the master of puppets

Make you dance to his tune

Giving you enough rope to feel free

But you aren't at all

You are hooked by the lines

The master of puppets

He doesn't want to tell it straight

He always gives a different signal

He shouldn't forget the arrangement

The time of 2 years

Stick the oral plan

Hammered out in GE14

There is no reason to give different cue

He can't stay over the agreed frame

Be a gentleman step down quietly

the sexual acts in the open

The report on sexual acts

In the open or high rise apartments

But don't forget of the many eyes

Once it is recorded nothing will stop it

Though many couples want changes

The pursuit of something different in locations

It may pump up their sexual relationships

They must make sure they don't fall

A couple in overseas

They fell naked from a high rise apartment

To the ground below once they lost their footing

Dead with unfulfilled sexual act

No doubt it makes the sexual act pumping high

Safety is an issue couples shouldn't forget

Once it is forgotten a tragedy may happen

Why be so stupid then?

the lies keep spinning

The lies keep spinning

Out in the open afraid to lose

Even the fear of its own shadow

The lies to stay relevant

Praying has no meaning

When the 7 sins keep running

God's command shouldn't disobey

Yet the liars keep harping on issues

One that we hear often

The Malays have lost power!

Is that a truth or a lie?

Today the people will have knowledge

They can't be misled by the liars

They don't want to fall in the lake of fire

Believe me it isn't a good place to swim

It is best to tell the truth in our lives

The Malays have not lost power

They are still in control in every web

It is only the zombie followers who can't see

They are the ones easily manipulated

Let us not think of our race

We should be united and forged ahead

We can't be addicted to get free alms

Else be colonized by the economic powerful countries

let kampong baru kl stay

Let Kampong Baru KL stay

The way it is now for generations

It doesn't have to fix into the development progress

Let this place be the history of the nation time

Let Kampong Baru be the centre of tourism

Let the owners have their stream of income

The owners shouldn't be so eager to sell

Maybe the millions cross their minds

Once Kampong Baru is sold

Its uniqueness will be gone

It can't be replicated

It will lose its appeal

The government is eager to develop it

Is it necessary in KL city with traffic problems?

It is best to concentrate how to disperse traffic

Let Kampong Baru KL be as it is

But they say millions make decision

The owners are looking the millions coming in

Some are ready to off-load it

Others are waiting for the final quote

I grew up in a kampong

The development came kampong disappeared

The concrete buildings set on it

It is only memories in my mind

the politicians once in power

The politicians once in power

They forget why they have the roles?

Because power blinds them

They can't see who elect them to office

They will show their arrogance

They aren't serving the constituents

They think the people should serve them

They will brash off if they people want to meet

They are paid well by the people

Yet these politicians in office behave badly

Once some politicians champion the poor and destitute

When in power, they seem to forget all about them

Tunku* used to say

Politics isn't a gentleman's game

At least the elected politicians should care

The complaints coming from their constituents

But we always vote base on parties

We hardly base on the personality in contests

This explains why most elected representatives are arrogant

We don't see them around until the next election season

* gave him free lunch during the time of Semangat

when they stopped over in Mersing Asked him to sign

autograph but forgot to take picture with him

the poor in our backyards

The poor in our backyards

The nation leaders can't hide them

These are the real people

Living in dire consequences

What are the ways to help them?

The Welfare Department waiting report

The officers aren't going down the road

They hope the many NGOs will help

In villages hardly politicians know

These poor people will depend on neighbours

The good people who will try to supply essential items

But it isn't a long term solution

In the city we still find the poor

It is through NGOs mobile kitchens

Feeding the poor for meals and drinks

Hoping the authorities will wake up to see

It is again through red tape

The way things are today

The poor will accept their fate

Maybe during elections the politicians will notice

The poor in our back yards

Charity should start on our land

We don't have to go overseas to get notice

Whereas our poor who will help them?

the terrorists in our midst

The terrorists living in our midst

They blend in to feel relevant in society

Behind the back door they are planning

The chaos for the nation

They are the tools of Lucifer

They think they will go to paradise

They can dream all they like

Doing evil ways will land them nowhere

It isn't in paradise they dream

It is in the lake of fire they will soak in

There they will cry for compassion

Sadly they will hear their own echo

Satan will not any thing

He has no power to rescue

He can only watch and say

“Don't do what I tell you!”

The terrorists hiding in sheep clothing

They can't fool the men in blue

The police will hunt them down

In every part they try to run

They can hide in darkness

but the light will expose them

Once they are in the light

Nothing will hide their evil ways

the old man shouldn't stay his welcome

The Old Man has to go

By the year May 9, 2020

There is no reason to stay

Let the nation has a new CEO

This is the date

He should resign

He shouldn't stay his welcome

A chance he hasn't used it well

He shouldn't give any conflicting time

He is suppose to hand over in 2 years

This is the oral agreement during GE14

He shouldn't try to give any excuses

The Old Man knows his time

He is given a chance to do amends

But sadly he tries to do on his own way

He forgets the reason he returns

Let Anwar Ibrahim take the rein

By May 9, 2020 should be the time

The Old Man doen't have to give excuses

Be a sport let the new man take the nation forward

the little sisters of the home in Penang

The Little Sisters of the Poor in Penang

The nuns help the sick and elderly to live

In their sunset years care by these unpaid nuns

They arrive from France to do a service above self

Yet these nuns face difficulty to renew their working visas

The lawyer and advisor says they need at least a 5 years visas

But the immigration officials can't help citing the policy

They can only give 12 month visas to the nuns

Though the lawyers write letters of appeal

To Home Minister, Deputy Prime Minister and DAP leaders

Everyone keeps a cool silence

DAP should wake up it is in Penang the Little Sisters of the Poor

The aging population will hit the country hard

Not many can afford to take care of their old parents or relatives

Many have their own families to feed and support

Where will the poor elderly go?

The Little Sisters of the Poor in Penang

The home provides a care to the aged and sick

None of our people want to provide services for free

Mind you the nuns aren't paid for their care

PH leaders better wake up now

Don't let power erode your values

Don't be arrogant the voters will punish you

You use to champion the poor and marginalized

walk to Jeriau waterfall

Walk down to Jeriau waterfall

Walking the winding road

In the morning of the morning sun

Listening to the wind and insects

The peaceful walk

In the eyes of nature

The long stretch of freedom

The whispering of heartbeats

Occasionally, a motorbike will pass by

A local who stays for years working in the corporation

Living in the company of the natural way of nature

Never stops but hurry to reach his destination

Reach the Jeriau waterfall

No crowd in the water

The area is quiet as well

Sit down near the edge

Listen to the whispers

The wind will make it

Let one imagination fly

The easy living on the hill

Sometimes there will be water snake

Swimming in the pool of water

Though the locals say it is harmless

But who want to believe it?

Walk to Jeriau waterfall

In the morning of the cool wind

Let nature embrace you

Even it is for a while of bliss

the forgotten sports persons

The forgotten sports persons

The years the nation celebrated with them

The high and low of their careers in sports

When these sports persons leave the stage

The nation hasn't heard of them anymore

We don't hear what have happened

Until the newspapers report of the dire lives

Living in old folk homes or struggling to live

Even their teammates hardly bring up the news

Those sports persons living in poor and forgotten

Is this how the nation remember them?

Out of stage out of the news?

The nation should set up a fund now

Maybe through Socso which has so much surplus fund

It can help to alleviate the hardship facing by these sports persons

They brought glory to the nation

They brought the name in high esteem

At least the government of the day

Find ways to assist these forgotten sports persons

Let them know the nation hasn't forgotten them

the light of shadows

The light of shadows

The bad will not sleep in peace

The plot to create chaos

Harmony isn't the cup of tea

The bad strives in chaos

This is how it will survive

The spreading of fear

The losing of power

The light of shadows

In the game of hollowness

They pray but they are empty

In their minds are chaos

The men in blue

Catch these bad elements

Do not spare the rod

They will trigger protests

The light of shadows

They have bad vibes in their minds

They are corrupted to the core

Without power they have nothing

So, they will bark

With the old ways of doing

The 2R or 3R or 4R*

The light of shadows

* race, religion, royalty and rural

success in life

Success in life

It isn't sleeping on it

It needs hardworking and networking

Learn the skills of social mixing

Success in life

It doesn't say you need a good degree

It says you need to work at it

Stay on it to get your dream right

Standing on handouts

In long run it will not taste success

It only build false confidence

Eventually it will drop out of radar

I remember a company

Every year declared profit and dividend

During the economic crisis

It went under for good

What happened to the profits made?

Maybe it was the creative accounting

Shored it up to look good but in the end collapse

It couldn't stand on when facing major crisis

Success in life

Truth is the way

Honesty in dealing and relationships

No lies or creative accounting

don't worry about growing old

Senior people

Don't live in worrying

Go out and enjoy life

Count your blessing too

The old age

It isn't the end of life

It's the time to read and learn again

About a religion and its ways

Don't hide in sorrow

Complaining about the time lost

Yesterday is gone nobody could do a thing

It is today and tomorrow something good to do

Learn to accept aging

Everyone has to go through with it

There is no exception in its rule

So, don't keep complaining

Take up a course or degree

Keep the mind busy to stay alert

Set up a blog and write on it

Senior people

Enjoy the sunset years

Don't worry about chapters closing

It's the footprints of memories living behind

the police keep the nation safe

The religious fanatics

They aren't keeping low

They have the habits of hitting

When an incident suits their taste

They can tell others

But they can't see the other way round

They will say they may go amok

It shows they have a weak foundation

The police should monitor these fanatics

They aren't the peace loving group of people

They will try to push their aggressive agenda

The Taliban way of life

It isn't the Islamic way

These are the people who have gone astray

They think they will go to paradise

Most likely crying in the lake of fire!

The police must monitor the pasembor party

There are members who have gone to fight for Isis

Many died there believing in their cause

Against the same faith and book of scriptures

There is one person the police have to do

Speed up the investigation to deport him

He shouldn't be allowed to stay

He isn't a citizen yet he got more out of it

Nobody is above any law

Let us see there is no double standards

Kick out the bad elements or jail them

We can't sacrifice our peace for bad agendas

The police so far done a good job

Capturing some of the religious fanatics

Before they do more harm to the nation and people

The illegal and local religious fanatics

the black dogs run

The black dogs run

Barking at certain corners

Showing off their sharp teeth

Only its own kind will be glad

We can hear the familiar call

The spread out among the other dogs

Barking to say we back you up

You aren't alone in time of adversity

The truth the black dogs are afraid

They want to run afraid of the raids

The blues gang will come along

With nets and containers to put them in

Only those on the run

They will bark incessantly

Telling all and sundry it isn't fair

Giving them the bones

But the black dogs don't want to say

They have it good once upon a time

Living in styles; fancy food and restaurants

Living the life of the rich and famous

Now they can only bark

Sometimes aggressively sometimes out of fear

On the streets; on every shady corners

The black dogs afraid to say

hippo joe can't hide now

Hippo Joe

He will be sent back

By end of the year

IGP Hamid Bador says

Hippo Joe uses money

Buying his freedom to walk

In other country breathing his days

He stole the nation's monies

He lives like a king

With bodyguards to watch over him

He doesn't have to worry

Only sometimes he issues statement

He always says he did no wrong

Yet he is afraid to return to face his trial

The court has issued orders to arrest him

And he keeps hiding his physical self

The count down has started

The police networking officers will stake out

Hippo Joe can't hide forever

It is best he returns to face his trial

we don't need banks to squeeze us

The bank charges

The banks buy the machines

The banks set its IT systems

The banks pay millions

When bank customers start to use it

The banks impose service charges

Through the years the bank reap in profits

The banks will still say it is on upgrading

The banks say it is for the customers convenience

The banks don't say the customers have to pay

Through the years BNM stays quiet

It never wants to interfere

Now giving cash deposits over the counter

The banks will impose service charge

Even payment by credit card or loans too

The customers give the banks monies still have to pay

This isn't the way forward

The banks can't squeeze the customers

They forget who sustain the banks

Bank Negara Malaysia must investigate

The Finance Minister too must come in

He mustn't allow the banks to reap in more profits

Don't tell us like Bee Anne ways

The merging of banks have the drawbacks

The people are complaining

The cost of goods spiraling

We don't need banks to squeeze us

Like merchant of Venice another pound?