Bersatu in the cross-road
Who brought the party into it?
The members should know the answer
He brought the bad omen
Bersatu in the bad enclosure
Keeping company with wolves and crocodiles
They are waiting for the party to sink
They will tear it apart with no traces seen
The kilos and monkeys
They get what they wanted
They will jump over the fence
Run back to their safe haven
The cold turkey buzzards
Flying nearer to smell of carcass
The smell of slow death
The smell of implosion
Sure, they say their prayers
Before they descend to the ground
Picking up what are left behind
By the wolves and crocodiles
Surely, Bersatu knows the score
Running with the bad company
The leaders should wake up now
The truth will set them free
The short term gain
By the dishonest way
It will not last a term
It will be paid back
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