the game of change

Let GE14

Be the game of change

Let the old party bite the dust

It has cause so much pain

The scandals trying to cover up

The apple polishers writing bad sentences

They think they sit on the peacock throne

Throwing up feathers to the ground

Let GE14

Be the Waterloo of change

The come together to save our nation

Else we better stay at homes

Forget about democracy

Forget about the bleeding nation

Forget about the rampant corruption

Forget about the wastage of our funds

Let GE14

The call of change

Let the old party bite the dust

It has cause so much pain

Maybe you will say

It sounds impossible

History will tell us

It can happen all the times

the cards are falling

The cards are falling

The stand will not last long

The weight takes its toll

It is a matter of time

The liars can sing

Set up campfire too

Dance in the light shadows

The cards are falling

Crimes do not pay

You can hide for a while

When the shield is gone

What will you find?

Once a lie has been said

It can't be forgotten so easily

The pot-hole on a straight road

No use praying you will fall

The cards are falling

The shaky ground wilting under pressures

The sound beats of the people praying

It is a matter of time

look in the mirror

Don't put a stop

You will not win

You think you can

Better look in the mirror

What do you see?

The fear get into you?

The way you treat others

It will haunt you

Maybe you think you will

The power in your hands

You sit on the powerful chair

You feel you are untouchable

Why not look around?

The forces of good have arrived

Marshalling to take over from the bad

Don't you see it in your eyes?

So don't put a stop

The walls will not stay

Even amendments to laws

It will reflect badly

Don't put a stop

You will not win

The walls will not stay

Don't you see it in your eyes?

the ruling chart is falling

The ruling chart is falling

There is no doubt about it

The ripples have gone

The tsunai will hit the shore

Though Sarawakians voted

The same old story told

They got the crumbs

They thought it was gold

The opposition pact should stay strong

Different approaches different brooms

They better get their acts together

PKR should forget about Pas

The twin by elections

It holds no significant tag

Win or lose bears no big deal

Just go and say about country's wealth

Tell the rural folks about the scandals

Let them sink into their heads and know

They will suffer if they forget to learn

The sins of the past they will have to pay in full

No doubt we wish for a change

The ill wind has blown its course

Now it is just a matter of fork tuning

The sound of different vibrations

we are easily tricked

We are generous

We are easily conned

Our monies go

We are too greedy

The educated or illiterate

When they come to think of wealth

They forget about precautions

They blow the wind away

The quick way to gain wealth

The easy way to get hold of it

The smooth talkers trick into their minds

They easily give their monies

Some say they are charmed

By the black art of magic

Maybe it is true

What else to say when the money is gone?

The crying will not help

The tricksters take the money and run away

Leaving the sorrow and pain in the victims' minds

Who is at fault the greed of more money?

We are generous

We are easily conned

We still haven't learned

We still fall prey

when the maids are gone

No maid today

The domestic bliss unglow

Every household getting used

When the maids are gone

The family starts searching

The huge fees to be paid

There is no guarantee of a good maid

Some come with mental illness

It is better to employ locals

Offer them a higher salary

With terms and conditions agree

With weekly rest and public holidays

You can find them

Living in villages or interior

You can scout in Sabah and Sarawak

Why let the locals stay unemployed?

It is always the payment

The hours of work and terms and conditions

You are willing to pay huge agent's fee

Why not pay to the local maids?

Day care centres will help

Though the fee will be less

The children will mingle

Nothing wrong but breed harmony

The working parents have a choice

You want to have children there is a price to pay

The children costs aren't cheap in their upbringing

So what will it be the parents have to decide

working life is boring

The working life is boring

You will do the routines all over

It is the same template

High or low there is no much difference

The only difference you will see

Is how much you get in your employment

There is the disparity of income

There is the truth in it

But work is boring

It will be in a pressured cooker

The early week or end of the month

You will see the surge of energy

Doing the same old routines

You can close your eyes and imagine it

The busy bees running all around

But you smile seeing the money

Work is boring

There is nothing much you could do

You have to see it differently

It helps you to pay your bills

You just have to change

Around yourself and your work

Learn something new like helping colleagues

Do something new to enrich yourself

Work is boring

It is the truth

But it helps you stay afloat

It helps you to pay your bills

why you make me cry

Why you make me cry

We are a nation of colourful people

Living in harmony enjoying our fruits of togetherness

And you talk of one race afraid to lose?

The Constitution never say

It is a race to become prime minister

As long as anyone is a citizen in this nation

They can become the prime minister

Why you make me cry

Listening to your racist raving

And your followers forgetting the law

And the Constitution

We are all immigrants

We can trace back our families trees

Where our ancestors came from

Don't speak of a race just to suit your needs

Why you make me cry

Listening to your racist raving

We are a nation of colourful people

Everyone can be a prime minister in our Constitution

nothing can stop the circle of change

The world we live

There are men and women

Along with it we face

The ups and downs of our history

The good guys and bad hats

The police of honour; the cops of bad

The government for the people

The dictators in democracy

The laws passed to control

The ruling elites to play games

Believing they have the absolute rights

In the election though rigged to favours

The supporting groups curry favours

They want to taste the seat of power

They will carry out to favour the elites

They will get richly rewarded in time

Now the people should stay awake

Mobilize themselves to effect the change

As long as we believe we have to kick out the bad

Nothing is impossible when we come together

Learn from our neighbour's presidential elections

The working class and poor come together

They make their voices heard and their votes count

The change they wanted to have for their nation

We will have our turn in 2018

It isn't far to make our goal into reality

As long as we stay and fight on a common enemy

Nothing can stop the circle of change!

justice a poor reception

Macc wake up to the law

In public eyes your reputation is poor

You don't have a high mark

You pick and choose your road

The ruling elites you dare not go

You are cowed from going

You will pretend to listen

You know you are toothless

In Sarawak case

It has been years

Yet what is the new?

No paying a visit to the homes?

In 1MDB case

The culprits sing to the banks

They are still walking

Have your feet got chained?

But LGE house purchase

You go out in full force

Recording statements asking questions

Even visiting his home...

But the billions ringgit cases

You walk in the park chasing birds

You dare not set up cages

You dare not feed with beans

How can public trust you?

The double standard you engage

Opposition members so quick to ride

The ruling elites and cronies you take your time

Why can't you work with fairness?

Show no mercy to every one

The cabinet ministers or the public

Deal them with the law

sex slaves

Sex slaves

It isn't something new

It has happened in the past

Of we study history of empires

Every warlord would have sex slaves

The people who lost in battles

The warlords had the women on their calls

No woman could refuse their demands

The humans DNA

They always want to rule

They will market fear, deception and lies

They will shame or ridicule or divide

Once a person is trapped in

It is time the hell of shame, fear and cry

It is time the bad hats take control

The life of misery, pain, sorrow and losing mind

Sex slaves

Don't give in to predators

You have to break free

Don't fall into the traps

don't take lives through legal means

Don't take lives through legal means

It is just a legal mode of a sanctioned murder

It is another murder committed in term of a law

By the officers appointed to carry out the task

As I learned through my life

Taking lives belong to God

God has the power to give life

God has the power to take life

We as mere mortals

We shouldn't stain our hands in blood

Let the people who committed murders

Let them serve life in jail

There are many reasons of why

Why a man or woman commit murder

They will have trials to find out the truth

Sometimes sentences are quick and untrue

The authority just wants to close the case

There are cases of innocents executed

When new evidences emerged it can't save them

They had been gone for good

An eye for an eye is a sin

It's a murder of a cycle

It has to stop

Before we become murderers as well

It is better to put the bad in jail

Let them live and remember their deeds

We don't have to taint our hands and minds

Let God pass the judgement for God has the right

there is a second wind blowing

Gone were the days

We forgot to grab it when it came

We were busy playing games of politics

While others made it to the top

We were left far behind collecting our memories

We didn't realize it when we were engrossed it totally

When we woke up the days had gone us by

We counted how much time we lost

We collected our memories in our heads

We thought we could make it then

We realize we were just the followers

We didn't get to smell the wagon train

We were left shouting until the times gone

When we woke up the days had gone us by

Now there is a second wind blowing

We thought we could make the difference this time

We gathered our dust of experience trying to make a change

We know the roads blocked are heavy wired in our minds

The heavy stack up laws to control our movements

We knew we have a chance to make it

So we will forge it ahead never say die

When there is a chance to make the difference

the savvy tricksters

The lonely it's lonely

They look in the mirrors

They really feel alone

Wrinkles on the faces

They feel they are lost

It's lonely the lonely

They are the easy prey

They will fall

The tricks of the trade

They are blinded on their loneliness

They are the easy prey

The tricks of the trade

It's lonely the lonely

And now the borderless world

They are expose to many tricksters

Telling them how beautiful they look

Even they haven't met face to face

The lonely it's lonely

They will go out singing songs

They will fall

The tricks of the trade

In the dark corner

They will cry their minds out

How they become the fools

Falling for the tricks

It's lonely the lonely

They look in the mirrors

They really feel alone

It's lonely the lonely

the taxpayers blues

The taxpayers blues

The day will come they will pay

The country's scandals losing billions

The bleeding hasn't stopped yet

The village bumpkins still in a haze

They haven't known the impact on them

They still think they can have the spoons

Digging up the crumbs feeling satisfied!

When the harsh reality hits home

They will realize it too late then

It is better they woke up now

The village bumpkins living in the coconut shells

The apple polishers will cover the lies

Spewing up half truths hoping it will fly

Maybe they believe since 1957

They can't change but manufactured news

This is the taxpayers blues

The day will come they will pay

The village bumpkins still in a haze

They haven't known the impact still digging crumbs

stop the lies

The lackeys can't give answers

They resort to tell lies all over again

The holes haven't been filled

So they sing the popular tune

Ask to show documents

The way it should debunk the lies

They can't produce it

They keep pushing chairs

The main player still stays quiet

He can't say much afraid of wrong answers

Even reporters are banned to raise questions on it

It is only the apple polishers polishing his shoes

Not to forget the paid keyboard warriors

They try to say all the good things about it

They should look in the mirrors quickly

The sins will not let them go easily

The jigsaw puzzles are slowly clicking it

It may take a while for foreign investigators

They have found clues and documents

Wait for them to expose the whole scam

Now in this country

The people aren't letting it go

Do not spread anymore lies

We have enough of it

why the bad get the news

The apples on the tree

The swing along with the wind

The bad apples will flow along

What else is new in this world?

The horses gallop by

Pick the ripe and good apples

Leaving the bad hanging

Let the wind blow it down

Even the fruit pickers ignore

The bad apples hanging on the branches

They don't want to waste time

They think of the good apples

By now we have learned

Why the bad always get the attention

Why the newspapers enjoy writing about them

It brings the stories; say it in different landscapes

the humans trafficking

The adults and children

Kidnapped, lost, murdered or missing

The family members filed police reports

Some were found most couldn't locate

The years drag on

The day to day affairs

Many people still reported missing

The statistics tells a sad story

There is a slavery trade

Most people believe a syndicate involved

Taking adults and children

Into slaves somewhere

A well organized set up

Once they have the humans cargo

The greasy palms are thought to get involved

How else these human cargo can be shipped out?

Maybe the syndicate uses MPV vehicles

Transport the humans as tourists on holidays

The immigration officials may not recognize it

Easy pass the checkpoints and slavery boom

It is time each police district

Set up a department or an office

To check, catch, and bring the bad hats down

The humans trafficking must stop right now

stay on the white sheet

The white sheet

It should stay always

Let there be no black marks

In one's career move

There are always temptations

In the seat of power or authority

Every one wants a part of the wagon

It may sound difficult to hold it out

As long as one remembers

The honesty and accountability

There will be no way to fall out

Stay on on the white sheet

Once there is the fall

The years of good white spots

It will be gone in the black hole

The reputation will be shame

For life it will be remembered

One silly move throwing caution to the wind

The white sheet is tainted in spots

The temptations get its hold

The white sheet

Remember it always in life

Stay true to honesty and accountability

Stop telling lies and shifting gears

it is so near yet so far

It is so near yet so far

We hear it so often in our times

The pumping flow excitement in the eyes

The saliva flowing thinking it will be there

The faces glow the eyes bright

We sense the labour of fruition

We can feel it in our minds

It is just one more game....

Then the unthinkable happens

The changing wind the off course drives

We sink deeper into the dark hole

Dreaming of a victory but it fails in our hands

It is so near yet so far

We try to muscle our last ounce to go

The wind takes us out in the open

The feathered wings floating in our eyes

The smell of winning puffing up smoke

There is no way to reach the step

It is just one win to make the difference

It is so near yet so far

The celebration rings in the minds

It takes the wind out of the focus

Putting it too much weight into the game

It is so near yet so far