the imbalance is pulling us down

There is nothing fine in the economy

Living in the glass tower seeing nothing

These leaders should walk the ground

Alone and observe maybe ask a few questions

They will be surprise when they hear it

It isn't no help producing graphs and statistics

What can numbers do when the real pain is there?

The malls you will see

Shops close as owners can't make it

Some say rental increase and GST

Making business will be hard to get by

The shoplots in the malls

Cost of doing business will be high

With the current trend in the country

The economy isn't looking rosy

Even the hawkers will tell

It is hard to make ends meet

But they will increase selling price

Driving away more customers instead

They say they can't help it

Costs have gone up

So they need to play the game

While the government leaders tell a different story

Yet they are afraid of the shadows lurking behind

When opponents criticise them on their handling

They send the police to monitor the opponents

As if to show how tough they are in it?

The economy isn't sailing smoothly

There are grouses on the ground

The government ministers better shape up

Take charge and work on it

Don't just follow blindly to support a leader

When the imbalance is pulling us down

the heavily tinted vehicles

The heavily tinted vehicles

On the road like bullies

Driving without care of the traffic law

They know they can go free

Once it was said in June

With pressures mounting it was postpone

The authorities bending low giving grace

But it is going to be end of 2015!

Once it was during Pak Lah's administration

So much publicity slowly died down

Postponed for a few months nothing came

Until he left office tinted vehicles running free

Under Najib's watch

The same scene repeated again

Like deja vue nothing really came

Ad hoc checking nothing serious

The police are busy

Chasing after the opposition

Chasing after the critics

Leaving the watch in CCTV

don't destroy the forests

The haze is gone

The white and blue sky

The last few days

The late evening rain

Will it last?

Is it just a temporary wave?

We will never know

The plantation owners will do

Indonesia promises

Next year there will be no haze

The neighbouring countries have enough

Indonesia better takes pro-active measures now

Our health on the line

So are the Indonesians

Do not burn the forests

Do the natives way

Take care of the forests

She will spread her goodwill

Why destroy the green?

We have the natural benefits

no more a 3rd chance

Whatever the Old Man had done

Let him have his say to his content

He knows his subject well

He breeds them to this day

He is an icon

Many people grew up knowing him

He isn't somebody just dropped in

He once ruled the nation in his way

Now his students want to cage him

Upsetting their master showing no respect

What the Old Man said before was correct

He loves his party not any individual

The police state he once said

He wasn't afraid to go to jail

The police came to ask questions

He declined to answer many of them

By his lawyers he didn't have to

He has his liberty and he has lawyers

Police officers stayed later left the building

The Old Man still stays free today

All I can say

He will see his party fall

It has too many sins

No more a 3^rd chance

let them have the high now

Let the ruling elites run

The last mile on the track

Let them have the glory

Crossing the finishing line

Let them feel the exhilaration

Let the wind speak to them

Let the applause ring in their ears

Let them feel they need it

Once it is done

Let them never forget the backdoor

Push them through without a goodbye

Let them feel how it is like

Let them feel the shame

How it is like to get the treatment?

We have been given the bad

Now we have to let them feel it

are we in police state?

Are we in police state?

We can't criticise the men in blue

We can't criticise the government

The police will spring into gears

Now the opposition lawmakers

One by one will be picked up and charged

Under the Sedition Act or PAA

Sometimes under Sosma

But for the ruling elites and members

They seem to escape the eye of the police

Even saying seditious remarks they can escape

The men in blue will take a long walk from a maze

Even stomping pictures of public figures

The police will come after the event

But the ruling elite members they can escape

We don't hear the outright marching orders

Can't the police be fair?

Don't play politics

You are employed to do a job

Be equal in tasks ruling and opposition

Are we in police state?

The Old Man seems to think so

The public perception ringing high

It is time we take stock of our lives and nation

a room by the corner

The Bamboo River rings

There is a room by the corner

Waiting for one man to walk in

The days and nights it stays

Every inmate walks by

Every eye wondering why

Every gesture tells a story

When will he come to stay?

The Bamboo River rings

The bell tolls the echo hears

There is a room by the corner

Waiting for one man to walk in

He stays on a high

Eyes keep watching his back

The shadows of sins looming

The price of sins can't go away

He has to go

There is no hope with him

The bad luck he brings

He will make everything bad

The Bamboo River rings

There is a room by the corner

Waiting for one man to walk in

The days and nights it stays

the people pick the government

The people pick the government

For how long the stay the people decide

It isn't the government to rule around

It's the people who will say it loud

No leader can stay

Putting fear and lopsided decisions

Unwilling to tell the truth

Giving lies giving lies giving the go around

The people have every right

To make or break a government

It is there in the democratic process

No leader should play the lies

A leader isn't there forever

When inefficiency creeps in

The people have every right to the answers

No leader worth his salt should hide

The government is for the people

Elected to work for the nation by our votes

We are the decision makers of a government

Let no leader try to think otherwise

the bamboo river ringing its bell

The man will not come

He can't show his face and tell

He doesn't have the answers

He will send somebody instead

He doesn't want to look like a fool

When questions come along he can't find his cue

Every eye will be upon him to see his reaction

One after another he will fall

No Sir he will hide

His apple polishers will answer

It will be a surprise if he turns up

He has the habit of running away

Who gave him the money?

What did he do with it?

Where are the balance now?

Why it didn't reflect in the party's accounts?

Simple questions for simple answers

But the man will try to hide his words

He can't tell it now knowing the effects

But Bamboo River ringing its bell

no debate on 1mdb

What debate?

The turn around

The gag order

Finally there is none

Friday never happens

The TV station debate cancelled

Tony Pua sticks to PAC

He can get his day in time

1MDB CEO

He hides behind House Speaker's order

He doesn't want to debate with Rafizi

He wants to save his face

The people want to know

The tax money will drive in

When the cash flow hit the wind

Our monies will be used

How long can it hide?

1MDB will wake up and cry

When the time comes in years

Today or tomorrow it has to show

the gag order

The gag order

It's only for one man

Build the wall around him

Let the bad stay behind doors

Macc still talking

When they are going to call him in?

If it is the opposition, long time in interrogation

But this one man it takes a slow walk

Police will use Sosma

On the pretense of national security

Of critics who talk about the corruption and CBT

The critics will be put behind bars without trial

And the party executive members

They will investigate members who say bad things

About this one leader holding court

They will want to punish the critics

The gag order

It will not make any difference

The social media will write about it

The truth needs to sail free

women always get the raw deal

Women always get the raw deal

They don't have the chance to seal

It is always the men who got away

When bad things happen

In Pakistan a woman was stoned to death

It was said she committed adultery

The man surely got free

The woman paid for her life

In narrow minded focus on religion

Women always draw the flaks

Everything wrong women to pay

The men always walk free

In the remote area of India

A woman was burned to death

When she rejected her boyfriend proposal

He got angry poured oil on her set fire

Men forget women hold the cards

They are born for many reasons

They aren't born as slaves to men

They make the world grow and shine

Men must have compassion

The religious doctrines say it too

Without it men will fall

In the evil clutches of damnation

the gruesome murders

The gruesome murders

The minds of humans do

Killing, chopping, feeding

Buried in the rivers or in oil drums

It's the evil mind

It will never change

It makes us living in fear

When will evil rest?

They look normal

With a family and children

Behind the close doors

The unthinkable happens

The Tapah murders

4 people were murdered

By a family husband and wife

And two sons; in the gruesome find

Police claimed victims were cut to pieces

Burned and bones threw to the river

Rumour has it some were fed to the 30 dogs

The evil rules in the family

Don't forget we have the Atlantuya's murder

Shot and C4 to pieces in a secondary forest

The main suspect is still walking free

Only the runners go to jail and the waiting rope

And I always remember this murder case

A young girl was killed in Kuala Lumpur

With a pole poked right through her body

From her anus to the main structure of her frame

The murderer isn't caught to this day

It happened decades ago in the city

The murder shocked the people

But the case turned cold......

the halloween day

The last gathering

On the Wizard's Castle

Once it shown the way

Of the lights of magic

On the Halloween Night

The splashes of colourful costumes

Bringing the cheers to Wizard's Castle

The last gathering on it

The shimmering lights on the pool

The images of reflection in pictures

Of the smoking barbeque

The wizard's table of food and drinks

The pictures of smile and laughter

The celebration of the good cheers

On Wizard's Castle of lights

Family, children, friends and teenagers

The magic will be returned

To a new home waiting for the family

The Halloween Night will shine

The old home will become just a memory

don't care

Don't care

About the truth

Of events going

It's just for one man

The circle surrounds

Building a magic wall

Telling us nothing is wrong

Everything is as usual

Don't care

The people's perception

Knowing the truth

It has to come

Don't care

But the taxpayers do

It affects all of us

About the truth

The money in the bags

The self interests grow

Do they hear the truth?

Nay...they just don't care

We are on our own

We will fight for the truth

One day it will come full circle

Right now our pockets of holes

Don't care

About the truth

But taxpayers do

One day it will come full circle

the poo on the grass

The poo on the grass

Nobody wants to claim

They let it dry under the sun

Rain or shine the close eyes

When individual or group hit it

Taking the matter to highlight the story

The why or how or when or what fly

When outsiders show the way....

The guilty person keeps saying

"I have no idea what they say

It looks like me though I can't identify

The streaming video could be a fake”

Reports lodged in local police

Some made it to overseas police stations

Telling the world all about the poo

Splashing in print the negative dive in

Yet the local police ignore it

The main culprit still walks free

The whistle blowers put behind bars

Saying they sabotage economic of the state!

The poo is still on the grass

The sun will dry it in no time

The guilty party is running free

Knowing who dare to capture him?

get a map

If you don't know your way

Don't try to tempt your fate

You will get lost in the maze

Of structures, signs, objects

Without a map to guide your way

The children and adults

They fall for the familiar trap

They want to explore regions

They don't study the map

Once they get lost they walk in circle

On the road people will help

Telling you where to go find the location

But sometimes stay alert of bad hats

They may have ulterior motive behind the smile

They may tell you to go to their protected area

There the gang will rob you dry

But in the forest you are on your own

The jungle will keep you isolated once you are lost

It seems you will not find the gate to go home

You are trapped in the maze walking in circle

It had happened to many people in the forest

If you don't know your way

Don't try to tempt your fate

On the road people will come to help

In the forest you are on your own

So better get a map before you go

the malaysian islamic militants

What are the Malaysian Islamic militants want?

They live in a peaceful nation with food everywhere

Living with inter-faith of religions and many races

Working hard for the nation to progress

Yet we find there are people hell bend to destroy

What have gone wrong with religious teaching?

Some teachers may have bred the seed of destruction

Telling the innocent minds of paradise world

In the far far far away reach of any soul

Only in the mind the conjuring of lights and sound

No religion can claim it is the best

No man alone can decide others are fake

No man alone can say the world belong to him

The religion he professes others must follow

In this world it is a test of faith in one's belief

So we are grateful to the men in blue

They caught these Islamic militants

Army commandos and civil servants

It is unfortunate we have some bad apples

Wanting to do damages on the peaceful nation

These Islamic militants

They will keep pushing

Spreading lies and ideology

We are grateful to the men in blue

They keep a watchful eye for the nation

pkr learn your lessons

PKR

When will you ever want to learn?

Are you hungry for Pas?

You even turn a blind eye

PKR

Pas stabbed your president

When the crisis of MB's post

Pas painted her bad

What did you do?

You still sing praises

You want their grass roots support

It is better to fail and try

Build your support base

Your brand is flourishing

Why still want the old marketing?

It is time to stop and hit the road

PKR

Pas going to Amno baru

You better let it go its way

Stop dreaming face reality

Pas is going down

The road of oblivion

Don't you see it PKR?

Don't hope for the turnaround

weak foundation

When a political party acquires for wealth

The foundation will be the shaky ground

When the road of survival comes into play

The members can't stand in unity and fight

The noble aim to fight for the poor

At the beginning of the political party struggles

Slowly money politics creep into its soul

Like cancer it slowly spreads its web of strings

Taking hold of each leader's soul

The carrot of power and wealth bloom

The party leaders fall heads over it

For the eyes see the minds plot the game

The weaknesses of characters

Using money to enrich into power game

The leaders only fight for themselves

The marginalised poor only as a token to help

There is always lack of sincerity

The political leaders speak with aim to enrich the pockets

Nothing else matters in pursuit of their needs

For they know they have a short stint to make it work

When the foundation can't stand the trembling

Of the running feet of a change

Whatever patch up will not make any difference

The inevitable fall has to come indeed!

the wolves in politics

The wolves in politics

The day they play humans

The night the changing shapes

Into the creatures of the night

The full moon they roam

Seeking out new members

To play the howling game

Into the fall of the night

The wolves in politics

They will promise many

They even tell lies to get there

In the full moon they change

If you are still alive

You have changed into the wolf

In the political games of changing shapes

You will never know of friendship and enemy

You only know to stay in power

As long as it takes to sit there

You will not hide and run away

You will sing fear the howling game of the night

The wolves in politics

They run in pack to show strength

But they know it is for show

Each will want to be the leader

ready for flood

Flood on the way

The yearly errand of nature

Reminding us to remember

What we take we forget to replace

The low lying areas

The houseowners are worried

The rising water from the rain

The river banks slowly rising

Though we hear the authority

“We are ready for the flood

Everything in ship shape

We will face the angry face”

So the watching eyes

Many will keep the rounds

We will never know exactly

How nature will make her way

Parents shouldn't allowed children to play

On the flood prone areas

Once they forget lives can be lost

The flood will take lives

the debate on 1mdb

The debate on 1MDB

The people will want to hear

The controversy about its management

The debts and cash flow inefficiency

There are many questions

There aren't answers to satisfy the mind

It is a deflection most of the time

With this debate the truth must come out

This isn't a normal debate

Of schools or universities

This is the debate of reality

Of tens of billions involved

In live television broadcast

The former PAC chairman says it's childish

It is best he answered it himself

Leaving PAC for his own self interest

The nation wants answer

The Conference of Rulers had spoken

The debate will generate interest

The people will want to know

the pages of a life

The pages of a life

The birth, growth, illness and die

There is nothing could be done

It is the pattern in the form

Many realize it

They will accept the fate

When the time comes to go

They don't argue

There are a few

They will try to prolong their lives

They don't believe death has to come

There must be a reset button

The immortals they read

Believe there must be a way

Of how to prolong a life

Living through the centuries

Once it was in the beginning

Of ancient people living to hundreds of years

The old ancient scriptures will tell stories

Of those period of that time

Now every one can dream

Immortality is hard to come by

Life has a fixed shelf date

When it comes the crying tears

So live in the pages of life

Don't worry about yesterday

Try to live your best today

Tomorrow hasn't arrived yet

haze says goodbye

The pockets of blue

The blanket of white

Floating together in the sky

The sun rays brightly light up

It brings a smile

The monsoon season

It helps to cheer up the sky

Now the haze seems in hiding

Lurking to hit back again

One trouble goes away

There is the other dilemma

The floods of our history

It will make its call

The low lying areas

The villages brave it again

The flash floods may happen

The lost souls try to escape

For now we have

The clear sky in our eyes

Will it stay for long?

The monsoon season arrives

the fire slowly burn

Money talk

So it seems

In power dominance

Money knock

Buying allegiance

The selling of souls

The temporary haven

But the fire slowly burn

In time the heat

Turning up the temperature

It will become unbearable

By then it is the lost souls

The political party members

They better wake up soon

The implosion may arrive

Then they will cry

By then what's the use?

They sold their souls for money

Thinking it will help

In the end they sit and tears flow