Sunday, April 07, 2013

the small belacan parties



The small belacan parties
They want to make the spoil brats
Of a time we want to change big
They just want to play the spoiled children

The y think of themselves
The marginalized group in the big
They just want what's due
When they don't play a positive role

They support their own skin
The party which neglected them
Through the decades in the coalition
They never wake up realize

When they see their own folly
They try to muscle their way
Only to get bruises in the minds
They can't go to the full race

Now there is the opportunity
The belacan parties never grasp it
They play the spoilt brats
In the large scale of change

Saturday, April 06, 2013

once the product was good


Once the product was good
It sold many years of goodwill
When the product turned maturity
The leaders forgot to listen

The huge pile of wealth
They laid their hands on it
The years of helping themselves
The product decline they didn't see

The years of lies and cheats
The off-shore accounts to evade detection
The illegal transfers of funds
Later bought back as capital flows

The way it was manipulated
The hard working people got short changed
The product lost its direction
Now it is too late to promote

The day will come
The product will take off from the shelves
The people decided to move on
Enough of the same old record playing

we have to let bee anne go



Oh Rafidah
Don't live in the time warp
You had your time
Now you don't need to say

It's the changing world
We want to change
The future is ours to take
The abusive one has to go

You want to sleep
With the time of old
Don't drag us into it
We have woke up

The sins of the Bee Anne
There is no way it will change
We need a new party to take flight
To make this country the best in the world

the rumbles in the south



The rumbles in the South
Lim Kit Siang going for broke
Ghani knows he is on the way out
He was suppose to leave Johore

The late Sultan intervened
The sleeping beauty gave in
Now Ghani knows his time is up
As the chief minister of Johore

Now he voluntees to challenge Kit Siang
The DAP strong man who takes a calculated risk
The rumbles in Johore where Bee Anne feels the blue
Though the leaders put up a strong face

This is the side show
The ultimate prize is Putrajaya
This is where Pakatan going to
Get rid of the fat cats and the little rats

gerakan is history



Gerakan is history
The day of its life
The byline of a past glory
The no balls of its current leaders

Once it lost its home
It can't recover it back
It is gone into the bin
There is no legal magic

The voters had decided
In 2008 Gerakan buried
In the shame of its weaknesses
The teeth fell out long ago

Now it has no bite
It is shouting without noise
Once it was a powerful party
Only the wind will blow

Friday, April 05, 2013

the house of lies





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The house of lies
On the hill it sits
Roaring out its praises
As if it owns it

The radio sings
The good feeling moves
The air waves booked
The rain of lies

It is their job to do
The people want
We are the bosses
We let Bee Anne rules

Now the credits
Bee Anne wanted to claim
The leaders forget
It is their job to do

We aren't the fools
Enough of the one way street
It is time to stop the lies
Where the house sits

the open field



The open field
Nobody really using it
It opens to the public
Children too can enjoy

It doubles up as a children's playground
Sadly the open field is left empty most of the time
You can see the grass untouched for months
The outdoor activities never arrive

Maybe adults and children
They are involved with tablets and smartphones
The outdoor activities are left in limbo
The open field waiting for the laughter

Occasionally stray dogs snoozing under the shady trees
With the withered leaves falling on the ground
The sign of the times of the unused open field
The hearing only of the whirring breezes

The open field feels neglected
It longs for the laughter and cries
Of children running around
Of parents or guardians watching







Thursday, April 04, 2013

the naked shadow



The naked shadow
By the window
The daring soul
It never disappears

The peeping bystanders
They stand there to watch
Thinking of the erotic excursion
When they walk nearer...

It is just the naked puppet
String along by the puppet master
The naked doll by the window
It gets the show for a change

Life can be artificial
When lies and deceptions creep in
Slowly it eats into the body and soul
Leaving the hollow nakedness

the small red ants


The small red ants
In the hot sun they crawled in
In the cool shade of the house
It never wants to go away

The line of small troopers
The trail it leaves for eyes to see
The owner all get up annoyed
The small red ants

The chemical liquid sprayed
The small red ants just struggled away
It never says it will not return
On a quiet hot day it starts all over

The nature of its kind
It is the cool shade to live by
The hot rays in the hot day
The small red ants will arrive

all souls day




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Paper monies
Paper goods
In the world
Nobody knows

The departed souls
They don't need
The world they are going
Everything is free

The symbolic rituals
The modern goods the old don't know
In their times they don't use it
Doesn't waste of money?

It boils down to fear
In case something bad will happen
If it is written in our records
We should pray to get a lighter load

The whisper of the wind
The waving leaves whistling
We hear the sound in the quiet night
All Souls Day a time to pray

the battle begins



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Now the battle begins
The line has been drawn
The battle ground has set
The flags blowing with the wind

The rain of publicity
All about Bee Anne
They don't say about the bad
It hides in boxes, carpet and cupboards

The self praise is no gain
It is the truth we wanted to hear
Bee Anne forgot the mandate
Work for the people and Nation

Bee Anne walks the other fence
The people have to work for it
The wealth of the Nation
It flocks into overseas accounts

It's the time
It finally begins
Our destiny in our hands
Don't lose it!

Wednesday, April 03, 2013

the echo into drumbeats


The echo turns into drumbeats
It is the time to make the march
The chapter 2 of the change
It comes again into box office

Bee Anne will blow its praises
Telling the people what they had done
They forgot to say that were their duty
To make life easy and prosperous

The rain will keep falling
Cleaning up the debris and clogged drains and rivers
It is a clean plate for the Nation
The end of a prophecy

When the regime is falling
Many things will turn out in self praises
Bee Anne seems to get caught up with it
The rain of publicity has begun

the parliament will be dissolved


Finally the day
The Parliament will be dissolved
Paving the way for GE13
The year of change

The country needs it
The people want it to happen
The new kid to run Putrajaya
Time we take the plunge

The fear has to be defeated
The clutches must be free
The divide and rule must be disbanded
Give back the shine

We shouldn't beg for our needs
We have seen what have happened
We have to beg for our monies
For the needs of the communities

The government must beholden to the people
We are the ones putting them there
We must have our roles to check and balance
Our public monies aren't for them to plunder

GE13 the marching of change
The flags in our minds have seen
We mustn't be fooled again
We know what will happen

the maturity doesn't cut on age


Love a two way street
Girls or women should learn
The space to live and enjoy
The time each has on the clock

Love in relationship
It's like the traffic light
Sometimes red, sometimes yellow
Sometimes green, sometimes no show

The maturity doesn't cut on age
It is the experience and knowledge gain
Living in company and the needs to flow
Here lies the trust and communication

Sometimes we see
Girls turned into women easily
Women turned into girls in flight
When events turned out differently

Space and sharing
The values in the relationship
Girls or women and boys and men
Look at the traffic lights..what you see?





the frogs again



The frogs sneak out
From the dark pond to croak
The spreading of ill feeling
Touting the other faiths

The police on the slow
Reports lodged but long time to go
Fingering files no action flow
There is no direct order to investigate

The familiar plan
Hit the road then apologize
Sometimes insincerity in their minds
The frogs will go and croak somewhere else

The rule of fear
The wall of the caste system
The unfairly distribution of needs
The wealth the country gives

The people shouldn't be blind
Open the road to change
This is the opportunity
The end of a prophecy









Tuesday, April 02, 2013

the pied piper blows his horn


The Pied Piper blows his horn
On the streets; on radio and television
Let the people hear it
He wants them to fall asleep

Believe in his world
The way it has to be
The rat and the cheese
The lazy cat sleeping

He blows it hard and loud
The sound floating in the air
Many have known his antics
The evil deeds he has done

The potholes and the lies
The wayward dogs barking the displeasures
The people hear all about it
The Pied Piper still turning deaf

EC has fallen


Let's face it
EC is planning to win
For Bee Anne
With dubious voters

Complaints lodged
Giving silly excuses
Instead of checking records
Rectify the dubious names

EC has fallen
Into the step of shadow
Leaving the positive values
For the earthly rewards

Be very alert
EC the circle will come back
The blending of lies
It will take into the depth of darkness

The change will come
If not this election
It will be the next
The cheats will not escape

The circle will return
The bad will haunt
The law will knock the door
A debt has to be collected

the bad luck they are born



The destitute of lives
The faraway look
The eyes of sadness
The vision in shadows

The passing time
Tomorrow seems shallow
What they see today?
The trickle of tears

The wisp of smoke
The minds just imagine
The bad luck they are born
The harsh reality with nothing

Is this a testing of faith?
People who pass them by?
The look and whisper
The bad luck they are born?

Monday, April 01, 2013

the beggars



The old beggars
In the town of easy traffic
The people just walk
Paying scant view of them

The 5 foot ways
The bicycles and motorbikes
Blocking the passage way
With beggars nobody can avoid

In the night at the side street
Some beggars will buy cheap intoxicating drinks
They just want a hangover
They never think of food

Maybe they want to numb the minds
Forget their pitiful life on the street
They have no hope the future gone
Why they become beggars?

They forgot to plan
When they were young
They thought they could last forever
Instead times took them they are lost

Every time you see
You will learn a lesson or two
Don't think you are wealthy for life
Don't think you can have it all

Looking at the beggars
A passage of time
They too think that way
Until they lost everything

the curtains falling


The curtains falling
The hooks have lost its strength
The years of hanging on the bars
The elasticity goes into its length

It can't hold
The rings too getting old
It is time to change
A new one to replace

It is only the stubborn mind
It refuses to accept its day
It is still hoping it will last
When the time has come to change

The curtains falling
The old wants to hide
The shadows know its way
There is no reason to delay

good at the door







Relationship
It's never a one way street
It has to share and develop
In the mind in the soul

When you find you work alone
You give your best yet no returns
It is time to call a stop
It brings you nowhere

You have become a doormat
Good at the door that's all you are
Keeping tabs of dust and dirt
You don't get changed

You will remember names
The people who walk through the door
They don't remember you
They just look and forget

Relationship
It has to grow equally
Sharing the common goals
Linked it to a better good

If you find
The one way street
It is time to get moving
You don't have to waste time

the fence sitters


The first time voters
They are young and educated
Possibly they know
Sitting on the fence

The older generation
They know which party to vote
The future is what they dream
For their children to pursue

They aren't the fence sitters
They have known what they can do
NO matter what persuasive techniques use
They want a fair and transparent administration

The first time voters
They know how important they are
Sitting on the fence eyes watching
The minds moving at internet speed

GE13 the generation of the young voters
They hold the key to tip the balance
The ruling elites recognize the hiccup
So they dish out cash promising more

The first time voters
They aren't anybody fools
They know what they can do
It's the country of growth and equality

the last summer



Mother and daughter
Walking to the water
The ripples circle around
The voices of joy

Leaving Loong Cai
Crawling on his mat
A face of fierce determination
He doesn't want to be left alone

The first time
Ah Loong Cai never smiles
He shows his little annoyance
On his face he seems to say

Maybe the sun lights
It gets into his face
Maybe he wants to say
I want to get wet too”