Out of politics
Out of the stage
The veteran politicians
Never should complain
Those go to jail
The end of the road
Stealing the country's wealth
They will not return to the stage
Though tomorrow is not known
The bad birds should know the rules
They will not be wanted in the pool
They can only sing in their own bathrooms
Out of politics
Some find it hard to live
They will cry of dry tears
Living in yesteryears
The two seasons of wet and dry
On our land we know so well
We live, prosper and die
Taking with us the memories of our times
The two seasons of politics
The front and the back doors
The politicians will play the game
They will want to get rewarded
The two seasons of conflict
The greed of wealth and jealousy
Every living person will run through it
The satisfaction to stand on stage
The two seasons of truth
The trust and the honesty
In every way we live and learn
The paradise world can be a calling
The two seasons of life
Hell or paradise
It is how we played our destination
A grey mist or a beautiful golden light
The natural land
The toxic waste sink in
Meandering through tributaries
Spreading its evil poisonous juices
The natural land
The hiccups have happened
The political leaders must listen
No more talking but action
The land we live and stay
If we never learn our mistakes
We will condemn ourselves
To the early graveyards of bad decision
The crying of the land
The tears of sad memories
We still haven't learned
Our mistakes on the toxic waste
The natural land
The history of bad decision
The political leaders must listen
No more talking but action
Just do nothing
For the lazy in the mind
Living in their dreams
Afraid to walk the reality
Even the rich will not stay idle
They will think of something else to do
They say the rich will get richer
Because they don't stay retired
Walk the road
Feel the breezes
Feel the wind on the hair
Feel the heat of the sun or moon
Only the homeless
Living in their world of hopelessness
They will do nothing
They resign their lives to bad decision
Everyday everyone needs to do something
It will give them the hope or grace in living
It can be small things, a help, a smile or an encouragement
Only don't just do nothing
The land of poison
Buried it underground
The eyes are blinded
The mind doesn't say
The underground routes
Spreading out far and wide
The snake meandering slowly
Filling it up to hit the scene
The rain fall heavily
The rising tides and floods
Mixing with the land of poison
Returning to the water catchment areas
The careless humans
Thinking of profits and short term values
Damaging the land to waste in poison
When they are hit with terminal illness whom they blame?
The land of poison
Time the politicians wake up
Don't play a game of reports
It can't cure the poison on the land
The UUCA Act 1971
The Old Man did his way
Stifled the growth of minds
He didn't want his order challenged
It was during the heyday of Anwar Ibrahim
The university students demonstration on the streets
Anwar was the leading student leader
The Old Man couldn't stomach it then
This Act lowered the gears for the university students
Even the university administration will be appointed
With it the freedom of choice will be curtailed
The student bodies have no say in the universities
Anwar should take it away
Let the universities have the freedom in education
We don't need students living in fear in their minds
We need an active student bodies to enrich the nation
PH promises to take away the Act
Let the students have their say in election
Let the student bodies be as vibrant as it was
In the days of Anwar Ibrahim
The bad politicians
Now they feel the heat
The sun shining hot on them
The shadows of the eagles fly
Eyes sharp for details
Wanting to know how the bad enrich
Without sweat and tears but back door
Running into substantial amount
Every person in the know
The stories will be told
When they gather in coffee shops
When they play golf on the greens
The bad politicians
They will deny their roles
They can't say what they do
But the Pandora papers will say so
Corruption
The black mark in the mind
Once it takes control
The corrupted soul rules
No use talking
It will fall on deaf ears
Nobody will want to listen
As long as no action is taken
Corruption
Ring the wealth role
The short cut to riches
The greedy mind rules
It has been decades
The manifestation transformed
Running to every part of the society
It's the money corrupting the mind
The corrupt soul
The darkness descends
Everything for self benefits
It will become a land of waste, sorrow and pain
The intelligent women
The men shouldn't feel intimidated
On the outside the women appear
The rating high in intelligence
The intelligent women
Some may be bossy
Others may like to be friendly
The men in the game should filter it out
Because intelligent women
They still need men in their lives
They still need protection
The men should rise to the occasion
The women still have the cave mentality
The craze for men to protect them
Though intelligence may camouflage outlook
On the basic level they are still women
The history of the Sheraton move
Every voter should remember its days
The bad leaders came through the back door
Smiling like roses but it cause us plenty
The low drive economy
Running through the nation
Loss of jobs were plenty
Companies closing in many
The death toll was high
Nearly 40,000 died in Covid19
A few hundred billions were spent
Without telling the public the monies went
The Emergency law was declared
Only to support the back door leaders
There was no check and balance
Contracts were on direct negotiations
The nation debts high
It stands at $1.5 trillion
No thanks to the back door
Busy picking up the good vibrations
The tales of the Sheraton move
The voters must remember its history
No more to such leaders again
Though the bad ones keep on plotting
The Madani budget
It all depends what we want
The budget of over $388.1 billion
It doesn't cover it all
In every budget
Nobody will feel satisfy
There is always some grouses
There is always a cause
This budget caters for B40
Throwing some for M40
But the T20 will pay more
This group shouldn't complain
The opposition cry of no budget
These MP should learn how to service the people
They should learn it from the Rocket
The opposition shouldn't wait for hangout
The government linked companies
The loss making must close down
The over-lapping ones should merge it
Though Moos leaders crying foul
Because there will be no easy picking
Jobs may lose as a result of it
It is the nation that counts
Why should we pay for the loss making units?
Now the crushing numbers begin
No more leakages no more escape
The units must be held accountable
There shouldn't be any free lunches
The Old Man joined Putra
A party of a race fighting for Malay and religion
It is nothing new in the political game
Still saying the Malay needed assistance
The 4 eyes on a race
Nothing about the Malaysian colours
It is always them and the rest
Still saying they are far behind
The Old Man tendency
Leaving one party for another
Hoping he can find a link
To his own agenda in his old age
He should take his cue
When Langkawi folks sent him a message
Retire gracefully and live out his old age
He doesn't need to play in politics
But the Old Man can't forget
The centre stage he used to have it
He may want to make history
But it will be his unfinished story
The faction in the police force
It has been known for years
It isn't something new to the fore
The clique of a game betting the right horse
Study the history of the police force
Around the world of nations we will see
The pattern is in the same category
The clique in the inner circle to progress
Even the bad will get the groove
As long as the group bet on the right horse
Every one will get a just reward
When the horse turns out the winner
It is imperative IPCMC should score
It has been stayed in limbo for years
Why the police afraid of it?
It is the clique within the police force
The old tiger
Wounded and old
Still never want to retire
Living the end of his days
Running in shadow
In the jungle of dark and light
Pursuing his dream
He forgets his age
Wounded and old
The eyes still sharp
But the strength has gone
Living in the jungle a game to fight
For his own?
He should have enough
The years on his top game
But power clouded his mind
The old tiger
The sign on the trees
Telling him to do good
Forget about his unfinished dream
The Felda borrowers
They want to cry
In financial difficulty
Asking the government for help
Moo agreed then to waive it
Over $8.3 billion!
This is a bad policy
The Felda borrowers could escape
Now Anwar in the helm
He stopped it until further investigation
Felda borrowers shouldn't be allowed to escape
They need to pay their loans
There shouldn't be any special entitlement
Borrowing monies for self benefits or maybe of greed
When the wheel turns upside down they are at a loss
Crying hard for government bailout!
The Felda borrowers
Borrow monies need to pay
They made their calls
Now asking for government assistance
It has to stop
The nation wealth in low gear
It is better to bite the bullet now
Before the nation sinks deeper in red
Cuepacs woes
Dreaming of revising pay
Living in the dream land
The union should be happy
They still have their jobs
With pay and benefits
They must read the country's economy
Paying for the bloated civil service
It doesn't carry good point for the nation
It has been a huge billions to pay
The taxpayers aren't happy with it
Cuepacs woes
Ask the men on the street
The leaders may get the negative responses
Yet they don't read the situation
We are in pandemic
The economy still on low gears
Cuepacs woes
The union should be grateful
The jobs are still intact
Nothing has changed thus far
The taxpayers aren't in the happy mood
Don't think of your own needs but the nation!
The Old Man
He can't stay retired
He wants to get involved
Act like a busy-body
Once Daim told us
Decades ago his boss couldn't retire
He will live and die with it
That's the Old Man dilemma
Now he wants to stay relevant
But the Langkawi voters told him to rest
Live quietly in his sunset years
Maybe apologize for his bad administration
But no for Dr Mahathir
He joined up with Putra
Fighting for a race and religion
That's the way of the Old Man
Why he left Pejuang?
So that his son can manage the show
The Old Man wanted him to mend the road
As he lopped himself to Putra
The Old Man wants to stay active
He is afraid to lose his mind and will
By staying in politics to share his mind
He believes he can play his game
Cosplay crocodiles
In a hall it should alright
But marching on the road
Waving their flags
They want to intimidate
The public at large
Though they want to show
The meaning of cosplay
They forget the rules
Do not intimidate
In show on public road
Rightly police reports lodged
The police start to investigate
The wayward crocodiles
They think they can do as they please
It is their hidden agenda
Showing to the public
The people aren't fools
So rightly the police think so
The back door leaders
They had their time in power
Now they are afraid of their own shadows
As Macc running on investigation
True or false?
Let Macc find the culprits
The paper trails can't disappear
The records need to be kept
Crimes of any kind in life
It will not pay in the end
Karma will see to it
Payment has to be made
Monies in bank accounts
Direct or indirect in control
Milking the nation wealth
Karma isn't going to forget
The back door leaders
Macc will expose them
Attorney General must carry through
No compromise in pursuit of justice
The internal fire
Causing political setbacks
The wolves can't afford it
They better water it down
Some leaders sacked
Some suspended for 6 years
Yet the internal fire sparks
The rogue members will hit back
The top wolves better sweep it clean
Do not let the smoke causing fire again
The disgruntled members will boycott
In the ballot boxes in the states election
It is about power and wealth
The nation can't afford any more leakages
It bleeds the nation in loss of income
These members must realize the outcome
Under PH role
The wolves have roles to play
Giving them a saving grace
Let the wolves get back to fight again
Dreams and pain
Into it where reality escapes
Living free is always a choice
But most have chained into life
Pain in life
The eyes see and cry
The mind slowly rises
Wishing it to go away
But will it?
The pandemic kills
Lives and economy
Making lives in pain
Though in escape mood
Dreams and pain
Living free is always a choice
But will it?
The stateless people
The Home Minister should look into it
During his time in the opposition
His party leaders talked a lot
Now he has the authority
He shouldn't waste time in office
Get his officers to fill in the forms
The stateless people need help
These are the stateless people
Living here for decades
PH leaders should know the dilemma
The leaders are fighting for them
The NGOs have all the details
The Home Minister should be proactive
Send feelers to these NGOs
He can easily get his 10,000 applications
The stateless people
Living here for decades
PH leaders should assist
Now they are the party in control
The amok people
They don't listen to reason
Once their minds are made up
They will see differently
Any slight provocation
The amok people will rampage
Those on their path will suffer
Sometimes death may occur
Even those who are mad
Though on medications to cool it
Still we have to stay alert
Coming in contact with them
Incidents did happen
Latest one in hospital
The mental patient ran amok
A public got injured
The amok people
They should be quarantine in hospital
The family members can't help them
They aren't going to behave well
The toxic crocodiles
Out from the swampy pond
They think they can talk in lies
Belittling the people's minds
The mouths of bad odour
The tails of marked sins
Yet they don't see it
They think they can go to paradise
The law of the land
The toxic crocodiles will get sucked in
By the time they will face the truth
They will get stoned in the deep
Now they still can tell lies
In the long mouths of sins
The law of the land will catch them
They will sing a different tune then
Failures in life or business
It isn't the end of the road of life
There is always something to learn
Adapt and believe and have confidence
Every failure one has to learn
If we don't learn we will repeat it again
The time we will waste and efforts loss
Everyday something to look or something to listen
Confidence is the catch word
Without it we will be dead
In everywhere we go or stay
Because we can't move ahead
Every failure will cost us
Our confidence to take the challenges
Once we lose it we will face our bad fear
We will not find success in life
Failure in life
We can feel pain and sorrow
But don't get it down to the deep
Cry a few times the memories stay
Find the light again
Though the shadows will remain
Yet the chance to look ahead
Nobody can hide away
The moos bad tracks
The leaders have felt the shiver
It isn't over yet in the investigation
Macc have to dig deeper to find more
Now it is the hot news in the city
Everyone will be sharing or talking
The moos Malay first leader will realize
He may face the blues
Though now they speak
The selective political prosecution
They should have said it is corruption
The monies of millions flowing into accounts
Even the main party accounts
Macc have frozen it
They want to find out how
The party received $300 million in funds
It isn't over
The Moos leaders will have to sweat
They can say all they want today
The past they talked too arrogantly
Macc on the hunt
They will dig up accounts
The moos leaders will shiver
Thinking of the times in prison
