what's there to cry?

What's there to cry?

You know the flood is coming

Every year it makes its way

The playground once it belonged

There are months to prepare

What do the villagers do?

The high ground they don't go

They wait until the last fall

The signs of raining

It shows nature wrath is coming

The preparation has to get underway

Take your valuables start moving

What's there to cry?

For decades I hear the same story

What have been done in the past?

The attitude has not changed

Nature small footprints

It tells us to change

We have to take care of Nature

Else Nature will take us down

the greed of cheese

The rats biting

The back and front doors

The cheese coated pillars

The race for the gold

The maze the rats run in

The eyes seeing the green

Smelling of its temptation

The cheese coated strands

The running whisper

The soft breezy cry

At the doors slowly open

The rats hesitate a while

The whining doors

The dim light shine

The whiskers in the shadows

The rats run for its lives

The smell of cheese

The breezes bring

The rats stopping

Undecided what to do

The shadows of the cats

The rats know it better

But the greed of cheese

The doom lies for the rats

dance ladies dance

Dance ladies dance

Put on your dancing shoes

The party just begun

Dance through the night

You can forget about work

Leave it all behind for a while

Dance ladies dance

Let the footworks wow the night

When the music keep spinning

The sound of yesterday seems so near

The music of your years

It comes making you young again

Dance ladies dance

There is no time to waste

Put on your dancing shoes

The party just begun

the birthday girl

The cake with Barbie doll

The flickering light in her eyes

The young birthday girl smiles

The happiest moment she likes

With her grandparents

With her parents and brother

With friends in school..

The smile so sweetly flow

The picture for the photo album

It will let her know

The loving way she has enriched

In her birthday Caley will cherish

Happy Birthday Caley

From the Valley of Tin Mining

The candles flickering

The singing of birthday song

the abandoned baby boy

A young baby boy

Abandoned in a new completed shoplots

In the morning of the early sun

He cried out loudly in the air

The contractor heard it

Thinking it was stray cats

But the sound persisted

His friend went to check

He got a shock

He found a baby boy crying

On the drainage rinks

He took picture of the baby boy

Later police was called

The baby boy now in police custody

The baby boy was born 3 hours earlier

How could a mother abandon her child?

There are childless couples around

There are organizations to help

Why abandoned a child like that?

A child who hasn't committed sin yet

the unity must stay across racial line

The elected members

The people's representatives

They are given the mandate

By the people for the people

Some have forgotten

When they secured the votes

They behave like thugs or gangsters

The way they shout their way

Some become racists

Talking of one race

Everything for that nothing else

In the country of multi-racial beings

No matter which race is majority

The unity must stay across racial line

This is the nation we are born and die

This bless nation we must keep a light

God we pray

Shia and Sunni muslims

They pray to the same God

They study the same Holy Book

Learning the same scriptures

Why the fight among themselves?

Islam isn't encouraging its followers to do that

It is the work of the narrow minded leaders

They wanted to sow their greed and power

So it was after the passing of the Prophet

The division of control unleashed the greed

This was the human's power game

So it was the clashes of different opinion

Until today Shia and Sunni followers

They still go after each other belief

The wounds of centuries seem never to forget

They should open their eyes and minds

Islam is the religion of peace

They should live and enjoy the goodwill

The Holy Book has said many times over

Why they don't open up their minds?

Even in our Constitution

Islam has no designated brand to it

So it should stay that way

And other religions allowed to practise freely

It is the failure of humans

They don't walk the talk

The scriptures have written

Why make ourselves fools in God's eyes?

the regal cinema

The Regal Cinema

Once it was one of the popular ones

In the Klang where I grew up

The movies I had seen

Those were the HK movies

The sword fighting and kungfu

I could spend my pocket money

Dreaming about life in the cinema

It was also the first time I saw

The uncensored Japanese movie

Those years ago the censorship was lenient

The public could watch

The Regal Cinema

Now I guess it was in decay

The building could be standing there

Maybe something could come out of it

I had left Klang

Many decades ago

I only remember the memories

Of my school going years

the body of art

The natural scales

On the body on the light

There is nothing to worry

God's gift in its natural beauty

The artistic flow

The body of art

It comes as it gets

The natural lines

The different skin

One has to get use to it

Time will not take away

God's gift in its natural beauty

Sometimes it is different

Looking at other humans skin

What's there to worry?

The beauty lies in the heart and soul

crimes never go away

The crimes that we hear

Through the victims of crimes

Through the police report

Through the newspapers

Sometimes we read it on line

Crimes never go away

The tolls on the innocent

The police have to do a better job

One operation after another

The criminals go out to challenge

“Catch me if you can!”

The layers of crime

The hardcore, the softcore

and the gentlemen

The way they hide

sometimes police can't find

The crimes that we hear

There is a victim in the neighbourhood

The police will read the statistics

And the criminals will play the game

they will be in the statistics

The young married couple

The groom 16 years the bride 15

Together they wanted to make it work

In the life of up and down

What do the young couple know?

They are too young to get married

The Syariah court shouldn't have allowed it

The statistics will stake on them

No doubt the groom will say

The married life to the end

When changes come to play

Will the young couple make it?

What are the parents thinking?

The young children got into marriage

Afraid they would commit sexual sins?

They will fall into the divorce statistics

the memory of highland towers

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The Highland Towers tragedy

The memories of pain and sorrow

In the air in the dust in the minds

The footprints etched in history

2 decades has gone

The tragedy of lives lost

The report made and filed

The enforcement a far cry

As usual the habits of forgetfulness

The enforcement never breathes into it

The authorities walking half awake

In between we read of other incidents

The books on law and case history

The story writes and retells the day

What the authorities do?

The authorities walking half awake

the crying of our souls

The racist here

The racist there

It will never end

The story of our nation

The religions should be free

Enshrined in the Constitution

Yet there are politicians

They wanted to make a brand

Is this the right way to go?

Changing the Constitution?

It needs 2/3 majority

Before it can be amended

The crying of our souls

The equality for every race

In pursuit of our needs

In the country of plenty

Now what have gone wrong?

It is the half past six leaders fame

They don't think far ahead

They only look at the putting game

the klang market

The Klang market

The wet and dry areas

In the morning there were the crowd

The women and some men came

Carrying rattan baskets

Some dressed well into it

The men would come as simple as they could

In the market sometimes hot and humid

The banana stalls in a row

Displaying the yellow bananas

Hanging up on the steel hooks

It liked inviting that was the plan

Behind the stalls one I visited

The banana seller used a banned substance

Those decades ago it was permitted

How many had eaten the bananas then?

Across the street there was ice making factory

The block of ice driving down the ramp

To the lorries parked near to it

The hard work the workers did

Those decades ago

I could remember the names of the fishes

The vegetables and type of bananas

Now I am back to learning ABC

The Klang market

I haven't been there since

It was just a spot in my memory

Of a place I used to hang around then

the double headed snake

The double headed snake

It lashes out its tongue to say

“We aren't a racist party”

The members behaved otherwise

The illegals got citizenships

Suddenly they enjoyed the benefits

They are called malays....

Our decades of living here forgot

These illegals knew

How they could enrich themselves

The double headed snake

Lashing out for power and shame

Now we see the thugs

The wolves in sheep clothing

Smiling in hidden doors

Counting their lucky stars

The words of last effect

It sounds like a after beat drum

The main race is the double head snake

The arrows should string to the air

The web of deceit

The heavy load other people bear

It isn't good for the the overall effect

The truth will make it all irrelevant

the lazy bone

The lazy bone

The time has no value

The day and night

It is the same all the time

The noises of food and drinks

The daily dose the light of the day

The lazy bone will not walk to take

The working life it is put aside

The web of self importance

It spreads to boost the ego

The lazy bone will just do

Giving out the false pretenses

How long will it last?

When the bread earner gives up

The life of one sided flow

One day it will be lost

The lazy bone

There is no value in the eyes

It is just a parasite

Sucking out the life

the power of the medicine men

The Malay medicine men

Like those of the years before

The ancient of those times

The worshipping of their skills

They could behave like gods

They held the power over the weak

What they could do the people afraid

They gave them the noble roles

Modern history they played the roles

They gave the alternative medicines

There were those who inclined to believe

The wonders of the medicine men

They still hold court in the villages and towns

The people still flock to visit them

Believing of the cures they can get

The medicine men of today

the cycle of rain

Once it was

The water of life

The cycle of rain

Everyone could be smiling

The weather could be windy

The breezy wind whirring friendly

There was no fear of nature

It was the friendly calling

Then it changed

The end of year assessment

The water became unfriendly

The angry waves pushing in

What was wrong?

The people didn't know

Every year at this time of the year

The floods came home

The water marks in our minds

For a while we felt the pain

Of our losses in properties

Sometimes personal lost of loved ones

It was there

Then it could be forgotten

Until the next rain of events

We would start to worry

the moon faces

The line of slim bodies

Every woman wants to live

Afraid they will not look pretty

Once the age gang it up

The moon faces

The chubby flow for all to see

They forget how radiant it will be

Like the moon the rays of beauty

The eyes of the beholders

They are the ones close to you

They like what they see

What's there to worry?

The chubby faces

The moon glow for some

The line of slim bodies

Every step they start to worry

the old klang bridge 3

The old Klang bridge

In the wee hour of the morning

There was no traffic on the pedestrian crossing

Occasionally there were lovers hugging along

Who would see the action on the wee morning?

It was only the lucky few who returned home late

There they would find the hormones charged lovers

They forgot where they were...

In those days I was told

The bylaws were hardly used

The lovers could indulge a little snack

With the sound of the river cry

Besides there were the homeless

There were the drunkards sleeping on the pavement

The cooling effect of the night

Even the sun rays were shaded away

The old Klang bridge as I knew

The memories of those times gone

Now it is just a landmark in town

When you see it you hear the echo of the past

the new melody has to come

The Pied Piper says

The policies will be fair to all

Listen to his melody

There is always a hint of betrayal

Branding his roles

Spreading his melody

Instilling the one race

Divide and rule is his game

Listen to his own words

The walk never happens

The hot sun spreading rays

He feels the heat

The cake of the nation

It isn't distributed fairly

The way it is done

The downfall will come

No one will live forever

The nature of things or lives

It has come to its end

The signs are there now

The new melody has to come

The way forward to fairness to all

There shouldn't be any discrimination

In the country of many races and religions

gays are God's children too

Death comes

There is no escape route

When the day has arrived

When the name is called

Amno delegates on gays

Don't try to hit the wrong

Gays are God's children too

They are humans like you and me

It is the taste of different origin

It is through mistake in formation

This is the testing of faith

Where is your love and compassion?

We pray everyday

Asking for forgiveness

About our sins in our lives

Then you forget about prayers?

Amno is imploding

The way the members behave

Brewing of single race

They think they are great!

The signs are there

The speeches and behaviour

The body languages in public

God is watching you!

Death comes

There is no special benefit

We are here to learn lessons of life

Don't fail it when the time is called

the river flows

The river flows

The naked eyes will watch

The floating debris and all

Discarded down carry away

Along the way

Some will get stucked

Some will get hooked up

Some will be bagged

The nature good angels

They come to clean up the mess

Of the things throwing into the river

Clogged the flow a crying shame

The easy flow

The river welcomes the change

For a while the eyes can see

Until the bad hats come again

they forget about helping others

They pray every day

Asking God for guidance and bounties

Asking God to show mercy of their sins

Asking God to pardon their ungratefulness

Out of the domain of God

The behaviour patterns change

They forget what they asked

They forget about helping others

A young adult was caught

He stole money in the mosque

The donation box for charity

The group of men caught him

Instead to hand him over to the authority

The group of men punched him

Showing no mercy until the young man died

What were they thinking?

The young man had emotional problem

He lost his mother a few months back

He didn't what to do....

He just needed money to survive

The group of men

The religious flow they forgot

They were willing to take a life

What were they thinking?

The police shouldn't show mercy

There was no compassion from the men

The poor young man died for his stupid act

Stealing money maybe he needed to survive

share the fruits of our nation

The Amno baru assembly

The rhetoric speeches again

They want the money

Only for the Amno Malays

Bearing in mind

There are Pas Malays

There are PKR Malays

There are DAP Malays

There are other Malays

All these Malays

Aren't they are part of democracy?

They are entitled to the fruits of the nation

So Amno baru Malays forget

The other Bumiputras and non-Malays

They are part of the nation building

They pay the highest taxes to the country

They are not entitled to the wealth of the nation?

The sooner we bury the Amno baru

The better the country will be

The people will enjoy the fruits equally

With new compassionate and politically matured leaders

Right now we have to mend our pockets

The holes will be plenty to stitch together

The costs and taxes will come in the New Year

There is nothing much to celebrate