The Old Man
Like him or hate him
He doesn't care about it
He just wants his way
He has his frame
Bigger than every one
He sits high in his mind
That's his problem
Though he did manage the nation
With his divide and rule tactics
Playing his one race politics
Only he doesn't blame himself
This is the Old Man
Ripe to his old age
He still harbours to return
But he made his mistake to surrender
Now he is alone
Out in the cold of the sun
He still hopes to return
One last time to buzz the nation
Maybe he should
In the pandemic roasting the nation
The bad has lost its fight with Rocking Rona
Anwar didn't get his target right
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