the bicycle racers

The bicycle racers

In the wee hours of the morning

They fly like eagles

Fearless on the roads

While the parents

They may feel proud

Their sons can do the tricks

The dangerous stunts on the streets

Death can be written

When these bicycle racers don't see

Don't they realize it is wrong?

Don't they see it is bad way to learn?

Parents are to blame

When the fire on flame

The children will not be famous

Maybe death catching them

In my area a small Indian girl

Riding her electric motorcycle

She can't touch her legs on the ground

Yet the parents allow her to scoot around

Parents think it is cool

So young they can perform stunts

The proud eyes of parents

Until tragedy strikes whom do they blame?

Is their lives

They have to go early

It isn't our problem

It is God's will they pay

the trade war

The trade war

China and USA

The smaller countries

Don't jump into the wagon

The leaders should stop talking

The superpowers will not listen to them

They may shoot us back with watermelons

We get the red marks all over

They squeeze on trade

We will be weak on our knees

We can't dance to their tunes

We can't see far ahead

The trade war

We should trade with Asean

At least it will help each other to weather the storm

We mustn't try to side any party to the dispute

The superpowers want face

They can't accept a different race

They want their own pace

Let them fight their trade case

The Old Man should keep his tongue

He has angered India now US

Don't talk big if you can't back it up

We don't have the weapons to fight back

Stay quiet isn't showing weakness

It says a person knows his place

Wait for the opportunity to say

Else don't say anything to anger somebody

the days of the floods

The days of the floods

The annual returnee

With the constant raining

There is no complaint of water

The people in low lying areas

The prone flooding road

The vehicles will be caught

Driving through or wait?

The homes and businesses

The owners will brave it again

The rising tide of heavy rain

What's there to worry?

It is the annual returnee

The floods will touch its bases

Remembering those times ago

Where it could flow easily through

The days of the floods

The water demons will splash

The capturing of souls to appease themselves

Those humans who refuse to follow advice

The days of the floods

Switch off the main switch board

It is better to be safe then be sorry

With water dancing through the homes

confidence brings you far ahead

In the work place

Nothing will sound fair

It is how one uses talent

To push for the recognition

The concept of Man is better

It is thought in our brains

Wired it nicely to say

Man is superior

But is it?

Man can't play god

He can't produce

He is weak and will fall

Because of that fear

Man pushes Woman down

Down grade the Woman

Man knows the power of Woman

Man has power of physical

Woman has the power of softness

Now who will be much better?

This is why Man felt the fear

Woman rules the world

She holds it in her hands

Without her softness

Nothing will multiply and grow

In the work place

The women have to push slowly

They have the skills and talents

They should learn confidence to get in

in my life 2

As the years move on

I hear the politicians go at it

Without realizing its consequences

That they never know

They are Malaysians since 1963

Yet the political elites then

They kept harping on its 2R

Believing they are born to it

And the supremacy of the race

Now I see its consequences

The zombie followers can't think straight

They don't read history

They follow as they are told

In my life

I lived from kampong to the city

I stayed up on the hill to escape the rat race

I dwelled on the island the easy living then

In my life

I could say the Malays are helpful lot

My form teacher hauled me back to school

The kampong gangster told me not to join gangs

“Don't be like me

I go to lock-up every incident

The police will come for me

Stay away you have your life but I can't”

In my life

I saw the Black Maria came

The gangsters would shout and challenge the police

In the end guns always won the race

In my life

Dreaming is a bliss

But it has its limit

As reality will bite the everyday living

in my life 1

In my life

Living in the kampong

Learning how to share together

With other races

We didn't know our differences

We only knew we grew up

In the kampong

In my life

School was an escape

Learning the skills of 3R

Nothing beyond

A simple life in my mind

In my life

People talked about money

I was dreaming in my head

Floating away in no place

Cocoon in my own paradise

Reality bites when school was over

It was time to earn a living

In my life

I left the kampong

I went out to find work

Been to other states

Living with other races

Listening to their stories

Making my own memories

In my life

In later years

I heard of race and religion

The harping on supremacy of a race

These people have forgotten

There is no such thing

Everyone is equal in God's creation

the stray dogs

The stray dogs are tagged

By the NGO officials

The dogs are left free

Roaming on the street again

Is this the solution?

The dogs are stray

Go out looking for food

Sometimes chase passersby

Rabies has returned

Is it advisable to tag these dogs?

It is still best to put them down

Let them suffer no indignity

Some of these stray dogs

They have fleas and diseases

Why let the dogs live in misery?

Let them go to sleep reborn into better lives

The stray dogs

Roaming freely on the street

They are the Ronin dogs

No master living on charity

the shadow games they play

Dr Mahathir and Anwar

The shadow games they play

Outwardly they seem alright

Bantering in the niceties

The Old Man age is a factor

He can't prolong the inevitable

He can't supply his reasons

Every time a question is pose to him

Anwar will say he can wait

He has been for decades

He can wait for a while

He will support Dr M for his role

The country needs Dr M

To clean up the mess inherited from MO1

Leaving trails of corruption and indebtedness

He should have done it within 12 months

As an experience politician and administrator

He should know how to fix the bad elements

He doesn't need a longer time frame to absorb it

He just wants to prolong his control of power

Anwar should read the Old Man strategy

He wants to stay for a longer time indeed

PKR is in a rocking relationship with his deputy

The back door video a repeat of history

Now DAP is assumed linked to LTTE

Catching DAP Indian leaders for the support

Though LTTE is considered defunct and wiped out

It is a reason to the Old Man to stay longer

The Old Man should stop playing his game

It is the old style coming back in his hand

Anwar should read the Old Man's strategy

Don't let him be squeezed out again

pot holes

Pot holes

I can't ignore it

I can scream in my head

When the wheels get over it

Pot holes

The addicts will smoke through

Sharing their lives in needles

Live the high of imaginative paradise

I can see their lives

Wasted on the bad habits

Running down to the pot holes

I can't ignore the scenes

It will play in my mind

Friends I knew got holed up

In the pot of their lives

Leaving a pot hole to fill

They couldn't do

They got hooked badly

Leaving their lives

Wasted away in the pot holes

The pot holes

I can't ignore it

Lives can be lost

Smoking on the pot

telling lies to get away

Telling lies to get away

I listen to many in my life

Some can get very convincing

I will hook in the instant

Nobody will check

The crying stories of desperation

The family needs and children

The times are hard to survive

I learn my lesson

The good and bad of the lies

Living with it make me a lot better

I can't say it has died down

Telling lies to get away

The politicians are crafted in their heads

They can spin their tales with no shame

Look at the master weaves his magic

I listen to many in my life

Some are innocent; some are real pain

Still the lies will not go away

The grapevines will speaking

Telling lies to get away

Nobody can get away from the score

Look at how Casanovas work

Look at how scammers do

Telling lies to get away

I listen to many in my life

Still the lies will not go away

They can spin their tales with no shame

let kampong baru stay as it is

Why want to develop Kampong Baru KL?

Let the old charm strive in the city

Let the living history stay to remind us

How modernity arrive taking away the old

In the city of lack of compassion

The concrete buildings and widening roads

The smog blowing up to the sky

Why indeed need to develop Kampong Baru?

The offering price the owners dispute

They dream of the millions coming in

PH shouldn't use the taxes to pay

Let it be a private initiative controlled by government

The cash and shares are still viable

But the owners and representatives don't agree

They want cash upfront with conditions

Money makes the mind go crazy sometimes

Personally let Kampong Baru stay

Let the living history for the generations to walk through

In the bustling city of Kuala Lumpur

Make it as a tourist attraction

sins in our lives

You live by the sword

You will die by it

You live by the gun

You will get shot to death

You live by the lies

You will get sued for defamation

You live by the corrupt means

You will be caught put in jail

You live by conning people

You will get caught and stay in prison

You live by luring others for self gains

You will be chased by the police

You live by pretending to be holy

The way of life will be unforgivable

You live by swearing to be a prophet

You will get cut off your aorta by God

Know that sins in our lives

We will die in easy or hard way

the naked woman in the forest

The naked woman

In the garden of nature

She walks freely

Without a care to the world

A beautiful woman

Shapely curves and smile

She walks in her garden of Eden

Letting the trees and wild leaves hungry

The wind lashing hard on her soft body

Blowing hot kisses on her natural skin

Leaving her high in the air of paradise

In the realm of nature hooks and corners

The birds will sing to her

The insects will pass crude remarks

She doesn't care as she waves her hand

Touching tall grasses and branches of trees

The wild beasts stay away

They don't want to compete with her

They let her weave her way

Climbing up the mountain top

Up with moving clouds

She prays and watches sunset

Never realize she will disappear

Falling deep into the forest

There she stays with her paradise

The dewdrops will clean her body

The roots and leaves will claim her skin

The strong wind will rock her; the rain will wash away

The wild beasts will howl

Through the midnight and dawn

Knowing she is gone for good

Walking nude in nature's paradise

the pot holes on the road

The pot holes on the road

The danger to the motorists

When heavy downpour of rain

No driver can see properly

The pot holes on the road

It can cause injuries to the drivers

It can cause damages to the car wheels

Once the cars hit deep pot holes

The day of Bee Anne

Spilled it over to PH

The pot holes still abound

Maybe by the same F contractors

The contractors fill up the pot holes

When it rains heavily the tar will disappear

What is wrong with the F contractors?

They don't do a proper job

The same story will be repeated

The day of Bee Anne spilled to PH

Blame the F contractors?

The enforcement officers and councillors?

The pot holes on the road

The F contractors will be smiling

Do a sloppy job still get paid

And we complain of never ending story

who want to spook the malays?

Don't spook the Malays*

Who want to do it?

It is their own kind

For the self interests

The other races

They don't have the time

They work hard to earn living

They aren't interested to spook the Malays

The Malays should realize by now

The Malay politicians have different agendas

They aren't in the busines to progress others

They want to progress for themselves

The Malays should break out from the cocoon

They don't need the politicians to fight for them

Over 6 decades what do they get?

They can't think far ahead

Every major agencies

Even in highest office in the nation

Even in universities, banks and GLCs

The Malays run the show

So who want to spook the Malays?

It's their kind of politicians who want to suppress them

They are afraid they will not be supported

Because of the wealth they can get for themselves

Don't spook the Malays

They have to get out from the cocoon

See the world and colours in their eyes

They have own destiny not the Malay politicians

* The Constitution gives its meaning to a Malay