the white kitten

In the morning drive

Along the road for breakfast

A white kitten on the road

The kitten stands still

On the middle of the road

The young woman driver

She stops her car immediately

I too stop there behind her car

As one Indian motorist gesturing

The woman alights from her vehicle

The Indian motorist points it there

The woman bends and checks her car tyre

The white kitten stays on the wheel

Luckily for the kitten the car stops

The woman pulls out the white kitten

The kitten shows the displeasure showing her claws

The woman quickly releases the white kitten

It is by reflex action nobody wanted to get scratches

The white kitten runs towards safer ground

The woman driver resumes her morning drive

I follow behind her car looking at the other cats

Resting on the side road….

PH leaders must work hard

PH leaders willing to admit

The manifesto will take a while to complete

There are too many spiders web to brush out

The leaders will work on it to achieve the targets

The bad people can’t wait

They will shout to all and sundry

“See they can’t get it done

They say the country has no money”

The bad people will not say

The bad administration brings the nation down

The cases on the past leaders are pending in courts

These past leaders will face the legal music

PH leaders put a stop to the Pied Pipers

Blowing their horns to fool so many

Yet these folks don’t see the wrong

They only see notes of the first Agong

The Cameron Highlands folks don’t see it

They still voted the old regime to stay

They will face their own demons

As the years will unfold for them

Now, PH leaders must work hard

Improve the economy raises the bar

Work on year to year revival

The manifesto will get it done

it never pays to lie

It never pays to lie

One day the lie will return

Holding you to ransom

You can’t even run away

You can talk

You can smile

You can pocket it

You can compare

But lie will make a fall

On a day you think you can achieve it

The lie comes back to haunt you

You have to keep silence

There is no way to escape

You can cover your head with a cap

A lie will return to call its due

You will finally learn the truth

Telling a lie

It will not bring you high

A day it will return to haunt you

You have nothing to say but cry

some like the bad

Some like the bad

They will say they dare to do

Pull the trigger let the bullets fly

They can shout with joy

The women like the bad too

They will say the bad have confidence

They aren’t afraid to call a spade a spade

They will not accept negative answers

Do you know why gentlemen lose in women?

They take too long to come around to help

They will battle within their minds

“Are the women for real?”

The bad people have the magnetic pull

They can attract other crowds to support

Now look at the political corrupts

They have their admirers in tow

Some will say

Life is short enjoy the best

Be brave to kick the norms

Turn the table shout with joy!

But it is for a short spell

The bad will enjoy the benefits

Once the law sits on them

They will regret what they do

the banana people

The banana people*

They will feel at a loss

The local dialects they learned

One day it will be gone

The North through the South

The banana people will be left behind

In the daily conversation once they could sing along

Now they will find the language barrier in their lives

The young ones are schooled in Mandarin

The parents will teach them to speak in it

The local dialects will be ignored

Mandarin will be the language at homes

The parents think of the rising Bamboo Dragon

Spreading its wings in the economy of the world

The flourishing economy in Bamboo Dragon

The attraction to woo the seekers and adventurers

So, the banana people

In the local clan communities

They will feel at a loss

They will listen to the Mandarin words

Here, we can still converse in Bahasa Malaysia

The Mandarin speaking people have to know too

This language will bridge the gap for the local dialects

When the banana people walk the shops and hawker stalls

* people who can't speak Mandarin but local dialects

cameron highlands folks can't change

The green horn won

The seasoned politician lost

In the Cameron Highlands by election

It is Bee Anne stronghold

There is nothing much to say

It is Bee Anne all the way

PH has a tough time to convince the voters

They knew it would not make any difference

Let Ambo baru feel the short joy

It doesn’t say it will win the next GE

This by election is for Bee Anne to lose it

The majority votes could be from Pas

The last GE Pas candidate secured over 3,300 votes

In this by election Bee Anne won by over 3,200 votes

It was the swing votes from Pas followers

It is quite difficult to cure their addiction

PH has to learn and improve

The coalition of Hope still has a lot to change

Whatever Amno baru wants to say

Enjoy the short joy it is still your chair to sit

The hilly billies don’t want to change

They rather face the problems of traffic jams

The over developments on the highlands

And the landslides occurring on heavy down pours

Though many argue on the missed targets

PH has a lot of work to do to fulfil its manifesto

By the end of its term I expect PH to make good progress

This will bring PH back to Putrajaya

Bee Anne and Pas can dream

Be like Mat Jenin climbing up on the tree

Feel like the Superman at any day

Once forget the fall to its knees

the 3 main colours

The 3 main colours

We see it everyday

The world we live in

White, black and yellow

Occasionally, we will see

Albino joins the grouping

We will call it the freak of evolution

A chain to live by

We want to be the Superman

We want the power of control

Every nation needs to bow

The power of the highest flow

So, we will watch

The colours will try to out play each other

Putting obstacles mastering control techniques

Living with the bad feeling and revengeful souls

Through religions each try to seduce

The minds of the people to support

The dream of sole control of the hearts and minds

Of the main colours walking in this world

But it can’t happen

The colours have to supplement each other

To live, to cooperate, to survive, to share

The world we live in not to destroy it

The 3 main colours

Learn to accept differences

You can’t fight alone

You need support to stay in form

cameron highlands by election

Cameron Highlands by election

It makes no difference who will win

It will never change the ruling government

Everything still remains as before

This seat is the strong hold of Bee Anne

Now the opposition party trying to stay relevant

The party leaders who had brought shame to the nation

Now the folks on the hill better decide truthfully

Amno baru and Pas cooperate in the open

The voters should seriously consider this pact

Hadi Awang talks like a Taliban man

But his party can’t manage well in Kelantan

A religious man plays in politics

It will never bring good cheers to the nation

The folks on the hill have seen the true colour

Of Pas intention when it gets to rule

Now Pakatan Harapan rules the nation

Though its manifesto seems heading in strong wind

PH will get it done in due time

It is better to have a ruling government as your interests

Today Cameron Highland folks go to the polls

They have to decide for their own good

The outcome has no bearing in the ruling coalition

It is better to have a government standing behind for support

the puppy barks

The puppy barks

In the morning of sunny day

The day the owner stays

Let the puppy bark away

There is a reason

The owner is lazy

The puppy wants out of the cage

He has to do his business for the day

He barks to let go

Give the owner time to do

But alas the puppy has no luck

He has to do his business in his cage

A little while later

The puppy stays silence

And the owner?

Maybe he is watching his programs

If you can’t spend time with a dog

It is better don’t keep one at home

If you think you do a dog a favour

The dog rather stays free on the road

Staying lock up in a cage

The whole day no freedom

The puppy stays silence

He knows he can’t go free

He has to live in his cage

Accept his fate control his rage

a picture will sing back to him

MO1 not in orange suit

He can claim he isn’t guilty

So, he can climb trees

Singing his praises

He will tell his tales

To the villagers flocking to see him

Taking selfies and shaking his hands

Some even hug him

Because he isn’t guilty as yet

But the charges on his name

He will face the court soon

He can’t escape even with his lies

The ring of rope will be hanging

He will see it every day in his sleep

The ghost of Atlantuya will wait

Waiting for him to tumble on the steps

Next time a new charge arrives

Let MO1 wear the orange suit

This will tell him the truth

A picture will sing back to him

the red dot island

The kiasu Singapore

Govern it with an iron fist

She will not tolerate free flow

She wants to poke her nose

In every corner of her citizens

She schools her subjects

Be the best in everything they do

No second-best rated glow

She will adopt the best around the world

Singaporeans work hard

They learn to play smart too

But the concrete jungle of high- rise buildings

It covers the weaknesses on social and diplomacy

She builds up her reserve funds

She will buy the best for her army, air force and navy

She always lives in fear of her neighbours

Afraid they will sneak in the night

But the kiasu Singapore

She will not tolerate different opinion

She wants her way or the high way

The change will come to this red dot island

death is the easy way out

The man stood

High on the ledge of the bridge

In his best suit for all to see

Before he plunged into the cold water

The drivers on the bridge

Some called the fire brigade

Some called the police

The man wanted to die

Lucky for the man

His death wasn’t his day

He was found by the fishermen

They heard his loud splash to the water

In the fishermen’s boat he laid out

The police came to take custody of the man

He will be charged for attempted suicide

Though he lives but he will face the law

Death is the easy way out

When one faces the problems in life

Look it as a test of faith to tackle the issues

It will be difficult but living is the best

no chance for MO1

MO1 has to go to Bamboo River

He has to serve his time for a long time

He can’t dream to get a royal pardon

Not with PH running the show

The new Sultan of Pahang

He knows what is 1MDB

He can’t simply ignore the scandal

Of MO1 and his ilks involved

Today he is elected as the King

With it he has to carry his dignified duty

There is no reason for him to pardon MO1

He has to listen to the advice of the prime minister

MO1 can’t escape his fate

He knows where he will be going

The cell in Bamboo River ringing

Calling him to hurry to make his bed

diplomacy is a sport

The politics shouldn’t mix with sports

Any politician who forgets shouldn’t be there

Sports should be free of politics

This is the spirit where sports held

The sports people should be welcome

In any country for the competition

There shouldn’t be any interference

By the politicians of any creed and colour

Malaysia shouldn’t play politics in sports

The country willing to play host yet playing politics

By disallowing sports persons from another country

For reasons of politics it smells bad relations

Malaysia should keep her foe closes to her

Now it is the time to open diplomatic relations

With one country Malaysia still ignores

Set up the diplomatic relations it will help her the most

PH government must open up the box

Do not allow the Bee Anne rules to stay

The Old Man and a few others can’t see it

It is time to bridge the gap for good

Saying ‘yes’ has all the good attributes

Malaysia can even find ways to bridge

The Palestine episodes of finding a home

It’s no used shouting but with nothing done!

the teachers still complain

The little napoleons

The ugly heads still running loose

The ring leaders will pretend not to know

On the policies streaming in the working lives

Now look the MOE

Its Minister issues directives

Yet some Headmasters ignore it

The teachers still do the documentations

The teachers complain

The NUTP will compile the issues

Once the compilation is ready

The NUTP will meet MOE

In this instant of defying regulations

The Headmasters must be sacked

There shouldn’t be any leniency

They are qualified and educated

They should know how to read

They should know to hear instructions

Ignoring the Minister directives

These leaders should be removed

Amno baru agenda is over

No politics should be played in schools

The Headmasters who defy orders

Show them the doors

Only then the little napoleons

They can’t play their own rules

They have to follow orders

Like the rest of the people

the bridge of lost souls

The bridge of lost souls

In the watery grave they cry

Though the bodies will be recovered

The souls are buried deep on the sea-bed

The prayers will be offered

Let the lost souls feel at peace

Live like the fishes roaming free

Until their names are called

Don’t blame the barriers on the bridge

The speed devils are to blame

Speeding without a care of their lives

Once the vehicles plunge over the bridge….

It is unlikely the drivers will be saved

The watery grave will claim their souls

Plunging deep on the sea-bed

Once life breathes its last…

In the sea we hear the waves

Hitting cymbals dancing with the wind

Mesmerising the eyes and mind

But the dead will sing the pitiful cry

you can't have it all

You want to live in the city

You must prepare for sacrifice

You can’t have it all in the old

It has to change with developments

The economy has to grow

It can’t grow in your head

You can dream with it

Living in the old

Cars will multiply

People will flock in

Living in the city

The traffic jams and social ills

Of course, one group will cry

Jumping up and down like the monkeys

“Where is my home? Where is my green?”

Living in the city you have to sacrifice

Nature will make way

For the progress of the city

Buildings, roads and alleys

The traffic jams and social ills

You want to live the best

You don’t want to live in a cave

Without the modern amenities

Yet you cry for the old

To make it better

The city has to do replanting

The pathways grow of new trees

Trim it well and not chop it down

The public transport must improve

Let no cars going to the city

Trees chop down must replant

The developers must not run away

cameron folks go for change

The Cameron folks

Time to take the change

They shouldn’t hope for sentiments

It will bring them nowhere

Amno baru has no idea

It always talks on 3R

Over 6 decades it hasn’t changed

The Cameron folks make the switch

You want to progress

You want to jam of traffic go away

PH can help you realize it

If you allow the Rocket to land on the hill

Amno baru, Pas, MCA and MIC

Don’t let these leaders walk in

They have their chances over 6 decades

See what happen to Cameron Highlands?

These parties still play their tricks

They think they can use their magic

One leader brings shame to the nation

He still wants to talk in his tales

So, folks on the hill

Cast your votes for a better deal

Don’t allow sentiments to rule

You will cry in your brain