The rule of the bad
It will not augur well
The nation will feel the heat
The people will have to pay
The wolves run with the pack
Though they will howl loud and clear
Telling all to hear their pitiful crumbs
Until they get to feed on meat
The crocodiles working behind
Opening their mouths to the sky
Praying hard to get their brand fly
The Islamic nation they will cry
The moderate Malays mustn't stay out
Don't let the crocodiles wag their tails
They will want to play for their own kind
The Islamic nation they will hope to try
The land of the hornbill
The partnership to stay to survive
But the crocodiles will want to change them
They will want to infuse them with their tune
PH leaders got cheated
By Moo who played behind the scene
Once the door was open he attacked and won
He carried away his prize by his betrayal
The rule of the bad
The victory will sound hollow
Yet the leaders don't care
They can sing power and dance the tune
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