The Old Man
The lights will shine
Will you wake up and realize?
Malaysia isn't for Malays!
Where is our hearts of gold?
It seems to disappear by the wind
Blowing hot and cold on the land
Of bountiful and beautiful and yet
The Old Man
He lives to ripe old age
He should have learned
Malaysia isn't for Malays!
The nation of beautiful colours
United we will progress abundantly
The segregation will make us small
In the eyes of the world
The Malay political parties
Indulging in race politics and its religion
The leaders can't think rationally and economically
The addictive minds want to take only
The Old Man
Live to see his handiworks
The broken pieces of the nation
He needs to apologize
The nation in the colours of peacock
Every one has to come to term with it
It isn't for a single race floating with the wind
It is for all to progress equally with shared vision
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