The sky is dark
The rain fall heavily
The flash floods rising
The plotters stay cool
Under their own tents
Calling for a truce
The opportunity lingers
The hungry desire stalls
The treats, tricks and betray
The way of political games
Nothing is ever stay cozy
There will be sub-plots
The thunder rolling
The lightning flashes in the sky
The faces of the plotters
Flash it for a while
Anwar holds his paper bag turning holes
Once he said it was a solid support
As time moved on the wheel
The distraction of double dealing
The road to Putrajaya
The flash gain going to waste
Anwar may have his sub-plot
Else he will not dare to fail
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