the painter

The painter looks at his canvass

In his studio he ponders in his head

What is he going to paint on it?

There are so many things going in his mind

There are many tales to capture

The painter whistles with the sound

Blowing cold air in the studio

He holds his brush rolling in his fingers

He listens to the song “I am a preacher man”

He can’t get his subjects right in his mind

He looks at this canvass thinking what to proceed

Of so many tales and so many lies

He draws two circles

He can’t find his strokes

He feels he has too many in his head

He sits on his chair and stares at the canvass

He listens to “Whiter shade of pale”

Letting himself floating away

Forget about his canvass and his painting

“I am a preacher man” he smiles

goodbye persian cat

Comel is gone

I don’t hear the meowing no more

Not in the morning not in the night

He is gone for good

I whisper my goodbye

Many days ago, I am missing him

The Persian cat gone to heaven

Finally, what I heard the neighbours said

Comel is gone

He had maggots around his neck

The Malay family who stole him

They didn’t help him to get well

Comel is gone

He died of hunger he died of disease

He died a broken-hearted cat

Without help coming to his aid

He was charmed by black magic

He didn’t come to the house he knew so well

He slept here; he was fed his good food

How he couldn’t find his way home?

Comel is gone

I whisper my goodbye days ago

I miss see him in the morning

I miss see him at night

the rat roams

What is with the rat?

Day time running loose

Searching for food

In full view of the cats

What is with the cats?

The rat in the open

There are no cats dare to chase

In the day the rat roams

Picking up food at the back lane

Sniffing food no fear of predators

The rat has the freedom to roam

There is nobody comes to chase

The rat sniffs around

Running to flower pots along the wall

When it feels there is a sign of danger

The rat hides quickly feeling secured

What is with the cats?

They are snoozing away

Leaving the back lane free

The rat has the field day

you are in the opposition, am C A

There is no revenge in politics

It is the winning party rules the day

Once you were in the ruling power

You could do the same routine

Now you are out of power

You screamed revenge in everything

What is with you?

The Chinese had left you long ago

You dare to ask for matching grant

You are in the opposition and that’s a fact

PH government has no obligation to grant you

You have to find your own funding

Utar, UCTar and Kojadi

It is controlled by Am C A

You are in the opposition

That’s the life in politics

You still have the funds

Put in fixed deposits

Use it to fund your needs

For karma has made you pay

Do not cry revenge

There is nothing for you to say

You are in the opposition

That’s the life it is

run amok

Run amok

The urge of uncontrollable rage

Believe his own values under threat

Believing it is right to do

The amok of a race

The frogs will jump high

While it lands it will find

The ground is hard it isn’t paradise

Run amok like zombie

Parading in raging fire

Wanting to gain an upper hand

It will fall flat and shame

Run amok

Out of steam the souls may go

Satan will be waiting

With his bag to take souls

The frogs like to jump

Thinking they are the highly breed

When they jump down

They will be in the bag of souls

Satan will be waiting

He will be very happy to bag souls

The more frogs wanting to jump everywhere

Satan will pick them one by one

Think about it

Run amok a losing end

Satan will be smiling

With his bag of souls

bersatu

Bersatu is a racist party

It never says it isn’t

It is set up to recruit the Bumiputra

To take the nation for the next progress

Currently it is going to recruit members

Especially from the Ambo baru wagon

Bersatu wants to get the ready pool of people

They will ignite the recruitment drives

Bersatu can afford to be racist

It is part of the coalition in Pakatan Harapan

The parties forged together for the people and nation

PH wants to progress the country and her people

Bersatu should recruit reliable members

It is important these new members do not derail efforts done

Don’t be in a hurry to be a dominant party

It is the collective decision will progress the nation

in my working life

In my working life

Many Malays worked with me

They didn’t show disrespect

I told them to carry out tasks

Behind my back I wouldn’t say

Though I suspected a few would do

Writing graffiti on the wall

Telling me in many unsavoury words

Somehow, I would get the feedback

The bad apples running around

Causing mischief causing bad image

They were the ones who couldn’t do well

I was lucky in commanding position

Barking orders getting things done

Working with 95% Malay workforce

I had my share of the back stabbing

The Malays I knew

They could be kind and supportive

They could be bad and couldn’t care less

They just wanted to cause troubles

With decades of working with them

I had seen the good, the bad and the ugly

I found they could be very good

I found they could be truly lazy

the persian cat again

The Persian cat

I heard the neighbours talking

About a smelly cat and weakling legs

One neighbour bundled him out

And let him walked back where he came

The Persian cat I suspected

He was in a daze caused by black magic

It wasn’t the first time he got hit

This time he got it worst

He couldn’t find his way

It wasn’t like him to stay away for days

He would come for his tuna fish

Waiting at the porch patiently

But he didn’t come

I kept a look out for him

I didn’t see him anywhere

He wasn’t coming out again

I knew where he went

Back to his old home again

He got hit by black magic

He couldn’t eat his meal

Yesterday I saw a big black plastic bag

My thought felt it was the Persian cat

He finally succumbed to his hunger

The Malay family causing his demise

Goodbye Comel

You gave me a time to feed you

I always felt good seeing you around

In the morning and at night

it is better they pray in the mosques

The charged leaders

They are afraid to go to prison

They will try to make noises

Let their supporters and ilk on the streets

They may use money to bankroll it

The street demonstrators need the cash

Once the sub-leaders get the green light

They will arrange to bell the noises

These demonstrators never hold placards

When 1MDB and other scandals hit the nation

They stayed cool as if nothing has happened

They don’t receive money for their efforts

The paid demonstrators

They are willing to carry out the tasks

They don’t think with their heads

They look at the money and so they behave

The police and Home Affairs Minister

Get the act together and stop the gathering

It has no value to the nation and people

It is better they pray in the mosques

some day

Some day we will

The senses to give way

No more hiding in the cave of our minds

Afraid to make the cut and move on

Some day we will see

We can’t talk all the times

The 3R and live to progress

The nation as a whole stand

Some day we will move

Across colours and race

The stage is waiting for us

We will have to make our stay

Some day we will wake up

We can’t carry our loads alone

It will bring us down the slope

We have to stay united and grow

Some day we will take flight

We can’t stay quiet and let it be

The nation needs us to make it

We have to make our nation proud

the rural malays

The rural Malays

They should stand on their own

Strike it out to enjoy the benefits

Of finding wealth on their own

The decades of handouts

It has done bad for them to progress

They have the skills and experiences

They will make it in their lives

PH leaders should go to the ground

Encourage them to stand on their own

Give them support and incentives

Until they get rid of their past addictions

The rural Malays

They can’t forever ask for support

They have to strike it out to be free

Stand on their own make their wealth

PH leaders must teach them how to fish

It will help to support them for eternity

The clutches of addiction are walls

The rural Malays must knock it down and be free

amcia stop the antics

AmCiA stop the antics

Through the years we heard enough

It is time to close shop

Go back to attend your garden

Maybe have high teas

Remembering the silence

Of the past deeds sleeping with the Taikor

Until you couldn't stop the bad events

Don't try to bash up the Chinese

You have nothing else to do haven't you?

If you don't hit DAP, you seem you are dead?

Musa Hitam once said of you

“MCA-dead or alive?”

The guys fought like dogs

Trying to stay on top of the pack

AmCiA you have lost the plot

If you have such good ideas on economy

Why keep silence all the years?

You wanted to harvest for yourself

Letting the common folks fight hard for it

At that time you got it easy on the wagon train

AmCiA the current crop makes no difference

In their minds they still think of the wealth

What they can get out of it now?

Its leaders will try to show they are relevant today

As I said before they have lost the plot

It's time to close shop

the flying daggers

If we never learn to share

We will always feel the blue

It will never end even we grow old

The knives of greed will hit the wall

The greed will cause the misery

It's like a maze looking for the kill

Searching everywhere running in circles

Yet the rumours will spread like a wild fire

Still the contention is on the card

Somebody is trying to grab the power

For greed is never wanted to cease

It is there for the fall of many

The greed in the maze

The flying daggers keep going

Who will find the truth to stop it?

Until we learn to share and stay united