the dust leave its mark

The dust leave its mark

The footprints of once so hungry of power

Facing a chance to grab a government

Eating and celebrating the Last Supper

When the night falls while they yam seng

The hole becomes wider and the plot swallows them

When they are tipsy with power dreams

They walk out feeling the pumping blood high

When the dawn settles in

They find they aren't going anywhere

They are lost in their plot

“What has gone wrong?”

Now the dust has gone

The picture of the plot becomes clearer

The master tactician may have a hand in it

He wants his way or you go the high way

He declined to attend PH meeting

He snubbed them as he knew

He wants his way or no way

“I am the man no other candidate”

So the Old Man back to his old way

He wants to do it his style

The dictator way of his administration

He doesn't need to consult anybody

This isn't the way

The Old Man should retire graciously

He doesn't even need to hold the interim pm

He has played his card to the last

Now Anwar has to find the number

He may get it from East Malaysia

The light can be seen in a distance

There is hope yet for Pakatan Harapan