The wolves called a ceasefire
It is a political game to rattle Moo
There is the silent current flow
The calm before the storm
Anwar seems to get knocked
On the surface he seems likely
The turn of events may not ring true
Moo shouldn't feel confident of his stay
The wolves may stop howling
The hungry of power and wealth
It isn't far from their minds
The eyes glow with redness
When the bright moon rises
The wolves may rise to taste it
So Moo has to keep worrying
Until he jumps back to PH
Anwar still have a glimmer of hope
He needs 2 or 3 to support him
By then Moo will fall to the dark pit
Mooing his days in the darkness
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