Wolves
Howling mess
Way should be
Top of the game
Pathetic
Words
Emptying wind
The divided wolves
Dare to criticize shout
Ego
Majority
Back door
Treated unequal positions
Members voiced low esteem
Gone
Wolves
Moon shines
Counting the event
Wanting to return full
Howling
Lives are at stake
If we don't follow SOP
C19 isn't slowing down
It is still hungry to play its game
Rocking Rona still rocks
Up the chart for all to see
A year of watching
Don't we ever learn?
Vaccines are prevention
We mustn't think we are protected
We still can be infected and spread
We still must follow SOP
We are living
But normal is a different sound
The fear is still in the open
We still must follow guide-lines
The gatherings
Forget about the fear
Now to live for a day
Tomorrow is hard to say
The gatherings
There is always the infection
Yet the people will go
Weddings, class unions, religious rites
Before long the new cluster will loom
C19 isn't hiding to hit its gloom
It will rear its ugly head
Let the fear carry its weight
Don't ignore the SOP
It will be a wall to contain C19
Stay clear of crowded places
The spread can be infectious
The political sinners
They know the losses
When the day will come
They will have no answers
Why play the short games?
It will not benefit in the long term
The causes of payback not worth it
The lake of fire will not give concessions
The political sinners
Better wake up and realize
The payback will knock on doors
It isn't worth the short flame of power
They can pray everyday
The bad marks will stay
The political sinners
Wake up before it is too late
Vote 18
Law passed
Back door refuses
Citing lack of knowledge
Implementation
Vote 18
Young chances
Isn't a game
A formidable force flow
Changes
Traitors
Frogs monkeys
In the desert
Can't stand the heat
Forgotten
Vote 18
A factor
Back door knows
Delaying to stop marching
Fallen
The open bag
Sitting by the corridor
Hoping to fill in the bad
There are many to be had
The bad ways
It can't be hidden
Even by praying
Because it has been written
The records by the angels
The marks on the pages
The bad may not see it
It can't be gone
Even by praying
Forgiveness to change
If the residue still burning
The open bag still waits
Royalty, rich and poor
All will be equal when they return
The angels will narrate their stories
The Maker will decide where to put them
So listen
Show your humility all the times
Don't get chained when the day arrived
The open bag will close up; you can't escape
The weak government
Always afraid of shadows
Always can't take criticisms
Always can't debate
Use the laws to intimidate
Use the police to punish
The critics of its rule
Freedom isn't its cup of tea
The weak government
It can't work in cohesive manner
There will be hiccups and flip-flops
Even caricatures it feels afraid
The weak government
It shouldn't stay
It shows its weaknesses
Better return to the drawing board
Dead and gone
The sins too go along
Forgiveness or worrying
Nobody can tell
Only the dead will know
They will not return to gossip
There is nothing not even an echo
Only the memories stay awake
Dead and gone
A time born; a time to go
Learn the craft learn the way
A legacy here nothing for the soul
Time of good; time of bad
There is nothing not even an echo
Dead and gone
Only the memories stay awake
The bananas
Hanging all in a row
By the road-side
Let every one see passing by
The greens, the yellows and the black spots
The aging of the bananas by the days
The sweetness will not be guaranteed
Because plucked down too early
The stall owners will say
It is sweet every one of the bananas
They will not say anything differently
The bananas hanging all in a row
The old, the haggard, and the sweet
Every one will see passing by
The bananas all hanging in a row
The stall owners standing feeling proud
The morning rise
The first to remember
Thanks to the Lord God
The Maker of our needs and desires
The guidance God shares
The bad ways some of us do
Thinking we can escape
But it is always in the records
It is always best to read
The words written for us to motivate
The highest level each of us need to attain
In the life time we have to pursue it
Though some of us may fail
As long as one tries to achieve it
There will be credits for our efforts
Because God will be fair and compassionate
Motivate to a level we can achieve
Don't go overboard and tumble over
It makes no sense to do knowing it will fail
Though we learn but we lose the time
Weak horses
Worrying eyes on the field
Galloping can't go with speed
The energy isn't in the minds
Weak horses
The back door regime
Hiding in the stable
Afraid to show
Planning for war chest
Building up to fund in politics
Feeding for success
The weak horses of the back door
Weak horses
Flying to Saudi
Beg for hays
The war chest of a game
Weak horses
Retire them for good
They don't bring good news
Good only hiding in the stable
Freedom
Say write
Encroaching of law
Stifle flow of minds
Dreams
Echo
Of laws
Bring critics down
The draconian laws puff
Disquiet
Caricatures
Forbidden key
The blues gang
Blue waves running in
Painted
Freedom
People rise
Rights to say
Freedom can't lock in
Waves
Any police report
Can be made by any person
But the police must filter it out
Do not just run after it
But when a police report is made
And Anwar happens to be in it
The police will act quickly
Though it can be nothing serious
In fact the lastest on the taped phone recording
There is nothing wrong with his conversation
If the voice can be proofed authentic
Though Anwar has denied the conversation
Yet the police has called Anwar
Because his name will send the police
Combing for a reason to catch him again
By right the police should catch the recording culprit
It is just a waste of public funds and time
Why don't the police call Moo on his audio recording?
Even Macc never say anything about Moo
It is a clear case of corruption to entice to cross over
But it isn't Anwar
So nothing will come out of it
Even the case of Azzmin video recording
Nothing is said now
The Rocket
Blasting off to high
Yet there are members
Feeling bad to be left behind
Every generation will play a part
Some will progress while others stagnant
Every member must realize
Not every one can sit on high
Ronnie Liu and his gang
Feeling heat of the blast
They have their times
Now he and his gang seeing no where
Now they want to say something bad
The Rocket is in the sky of changes
A new generation will take up the drive
Ronnie Liu and his gang aren't in the loop
He should feel grateful
He still has his role to play
Still an assembly-man
He mustn't forget his root
The way of winning
It isn't waiting to hit it
It is through proper planning
Execute with a winning mentality
In politics a leader should realize
He mustn't give his opponents leeway
It will be his own downfall for his weaknesses
Because his opponents will plan a counter-attack
The wolves keep howling
For days or weeks without execution
In between the division of camps
It will not be a good way to attack
The opponents will offer better terms
By it the greedy ones will go into it
Leaving the attacks in limbo
Because the leader has to cover it back
The chief wolf should read his game
By holding the attack he has shown his weakness
He has given his opponents a chance to plan attacks
By then he may lose his advantage
Now the chief wolf should join other parties
To consolidate the mandate for democracy
Not necessary the wolves will run the show
Because he hasn't the advantage of numbers
When the crocodiles speak
Nothing good will ever come
They should return to the river
Soak in it enjoy the solidarity
When the crocodiles walk on land
They are in the unfamiliar ground
They will speak nonsense
Only for their own benefits
When the crocodiles stand on stage
They want to behave like humans
But the masks will not help them
They are found out anyway
When the crocodiles speak
The bad aroma will sink in
By the river to the land
It is best they return to the river
The weed
Feeding from the back door
It wants to control the masses
Under its magical spell
The rain of sweet talking
It wants to sound good
The weed
It will take control of the minds
There is no exchange of needs
It doesn't need protests or arguments
It needs the people to be obedient
Do not question the wrong
The weed
Pop up in the eyes
It is wrong indeed
The back door just pushes in
A pillow full of dreams
The sleep floating in the air
Taking it to a far away place
Settling down for a short time
It doesn't show reality
It will never do in the dreams
Sometimes it will sound real
The screaming of the chase
A pillow full of dreams
Life like a river flow
The ringing water spell
The traps and releases
A pillow full of dreams
The sleep floating in the air
Sometimes it will sound real
The screaming of the chase
C19 climbs the chart
Bringing with it the deadly score
It doesn't want to die yet
Too many hosts reluctant to stick to SOP
The crowded places
The hot bed to spread C19
Yet the authority allows it
How to stop the virus?
The emergency decree isn't helping
Because C19 is flying high on the chart
It only serves the back door
To stay on power though it has lost
His Majesty should recall his decree
The back door isn't doing a good job
Spending more time to stay relevant
But it hasn't got the majority now
C19 has a new strain in the city
The front liners are really stressed out
The daring people should stop and think
Don't play with the virus at all
I turn a few pages
It gets me stuck to the story
It hooks me down to read through
The few pages let me sink in
But the story never ends
Sometimes love life is no beginning
It attracts then it disappears
For the lovers there’s always a tomorrow
Kira Jones Liam Darcy
The heated love romance
Building up wanting to explode
But it never breaks the ice
In the last chapter Malik shows his hand
Leaving Kira Jones wondering of her love life
But Sam may not forgive Kira Jones
Unwanted love always causing headaches
The reality in politics
There will be blending
Of the good and bad politicians
Nobody can deny it
It is how they present themselves
Flow with humility and graces
They may show their true selves
The colours of politicians
We mustn't be naive
The politicians want to get power
Together with benefits they can scoop
Then they will think of the nation and people
The voters have to pick and decide
Who are the politicians who can help?
Though some may get commissions
At least they will have their work ethics
The reality in politics
There will be good and bad politicians
The voters can't close their eyes and minds
Pick those who can help and have work ethics
The young leaders today
Learn from history of good values
Learn from the good politicians
In politics temptations are many
Believe in good ways
It will bring success without headaches
Know what they can do to progress
Know the dark forces waiting at corners too
The young leaders today
Alone they can't climb up the ladder
They need to join forces to make success
Do not discard old politicians
In the voting patterns
The young and old will vote
Do not make mistake in judging
It will cost dearly in the polls
Women
Good Bad
Love and design
The painted faces smile
Glowing
Understand
Men knock
Don't waste time
Fishing rods no bite
Floating
Women
Up Down
Traffic jam lights
Men get measured low
Disquiet
Women
The swing
Merry go round
The testing words flow
Hold
The wolves still waiting
As if they dare not strike it out
The innings of good benefits
For some holding the cards
Will they strike now?
They aren't decisive
Wanting to go but....?
Afraid to miss the power?
Every time the wolves stay inaction
Moo and crocodiles will be braver
They can do as they like with it
As long as the emergency stays
The wolves shouldn't wait till August
They will lose more than what it is
The majority in the back door
But they let a minority to run the show
Moo doesn't show respect to them
Maybe he seeks his revenge
Long time ago he was there
And he was dumped out through the door
Now the wolves should recognize the score
They shouldn't wait and giving months ahead
When the timing is hot it has to hit through
Else there will not be another round of chance
Don't cry
In the silence
The back door is a year old
Giving us the bad to smell
The wealth of the nation
It has gone by the back door
Don't tell us where it has gone
Because they don't have to account
By the emergency decree
Parliament is suspended
The free loading will run
Nobody can say
The Old Man says
A race has felt angry
The way emergency is used
As a former PM he could be right
The back door isn't popular
If it is as the survey shown
It never dares to recall Parliament
There will be all kind of excuses
Don't cry
It's the back door way
We will wait for our day
We will make them pay
Prostitution
The iconic work
The women will go
Earning for a living
Every nation will have them
By the law or by illegal means
By force from the gangs
By force from agents or pimps
The customers are men
They can't find satisfaction at homes
They want to have different tastes
Off they go looking for sex workers
It is a trade
Though with danger surrounding them
But the women have to go forth
Under the command of pimps or gangs
Though they will be free-lancers
They go by appointments and discreet
There will be no agents or middlemen
All conducted through the internet
Prostitution will never end
As long as there is a need for them
Through ages of times they provide
The intimate services for a price
Let them face their Maker
On the day they have to report
We can't judge these women
Because we aren't sinless as well
The spider's web
Connect deep to get the wealth
Find any assets worth in cash
The web of disposals come to clash
In the scheme of things
Say the half truth finally get the whole
When the whole game is to take it all
Leaving nothing when tomorrow comes
The spider's web connect
Every knot to stay relevant
Putting it up to trap the blind
Believing freedom a choice in life
The struggle for survival
Trap in the web of half truth
Connect deep to get the wealth
Leaving nothing for tomorrow
The spider's web
Hanging it up to dry
Every last drop in its net
Connect deep to get the wealth
The pale faces
Running free in the circle
There is no way to touch them
They have the seal to run
The people can show displeasures
Make bad jokes or ridicule in conversations
The pale faces don't care what transpire
They only care what they can draw for themselves
The day of dim lights
The pale faces want it that way
Running free in the circle
Let the grapevine joke bad about them
In their own circle
The pale faces smile and laugh
The way they get the seal
Now they can do as they like
Don't believe much about surveys
It is always base on a small sample
To determine a cause of direction
The input may not be truthful or right
Just remember a knife has two sharp edges
It all depends how we look at surveys
Is it to make one look impressive?
Is it to make one feel good on popularity?
Moo is popular?
He is draining out the nation's funds
He has no idea how to put it back
He knows how to spend without thinking of tomorrow
The youth in survey may want Moo to feel it
Let the youth have MUDA registered and see
Maybe that is the message they sent out
“We are the youth we supported Moo”
So popular yet afraid to call back Parliament
Moo is weakest leader in the back door
During decades in politics he hasn't done much
He has no good ways to prop him up
Now the bad ways coming up stream
These extremists aren't afraid to be in the open
They have leaders in the back door
The Taliban kind starting to crawl out
The surveys should start
From North to South; East and West
Circle in the samples of many
Maybe it will tell a better score
