Malaysia
Where are the talents gone?
So many have left
The place they were born
Every one of us
Is an immigrant elsewhere
Settled down or born in this nation
But the fruits aren't shared equally
There is a class division
We are suppose to be equal
In running a nation and her wealth
But we found we have a lower grade
Every day we hear stories
The FCP will shout high
As if they are the lords of the land
They forget they were the immigrants from Indonesia
Malaysia
A land of plenty and joy
But the extremists make it bad
Yet the government never punish them
There is still hope
We still can change the landscape
We tasted changes before
We will have it again!
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