Enjoy the simple things the mind will be free
The force disappearance
There is still no closure
The change in IGP
The change in Home Minister
Yet nothing is done on the cases
The public inquiry pointed it to the police
It needs closure now
With a new team in place
Will it happen?
Will it stay the same?
As it stands today
It's still the silence
The force disappearance
A crying shame for the nation
The new team must get the closure
The guilty party must be punished
Ronnie Liu
Time he finally says goodbye
Rocket doesn't need him
He doesn't want to be a team player
Every politician must have discipline
A person can disagree within its chambers
In the open one should stay united
He can't be a loose cannon
He could be a veteran in Rocket
He always can't stay as a team player
As a result he was a lone ranger
Galloping with his wind
Now he quits
Anthony Loke can breathe easy
Rocket will stay on to fight its way
Ronnie Liu will be forgotten in time
The 3R issues
The police slow to act
Though many police report lodged
The police takes a long walk
It allows opposition
Walking through the park
It lets them go high
Singing their own praises
The issues should have taken seriously
No party should be allowed to escape
It is seditious tempting to divide
The fabric of our society
The police need to earn the brownie points
Get its trust back to the force
It is at a low gear now
A long way to get back its credibility
Hey the monkey
Don't join the bad club
You will be nothing
You can wave goodbye
He thinks he has value
Maybe once upon a time
Now he has to think hard
Don't waste it on a wrong choice
The cable may sing of vibration
A good tune to belie an ambition
Once it stops what will it be?
A has been lost his gears?
Hey the monkey
Think twice before you jump
He thinks he has value
Maybe once upon a time
Love must be free
Like the wind and its whirring
The sound of high and low
Caressing the soul
Love must be alive
Don't try to tell too many lies
Too many red lights
The deadwood can't fight
Love must be songs
The high and low of it all
The moments the memories
Give it a glow and a tear
Now love is internet
Face to face hardly flow
Love of the handphones
The expression disappears
A stateless child
Still fighting to get his papers
The national registration director refused
Though High Court order issued
Now what is Anwar planning?
He should have shown compassion
The boy's father is a citizen
By law his son should be granted his papers
He may have forgotten his decades of trial
He should have told his minister to buck up
There is no reason to go against court order
Show compassion good for the soul
The nation has enough problems
Don't create any more to the people
The stateless children should be solved
A nation without people is a ghost
The backstabbers
Tie or street?
It's only money
The deciding game
Big or small
The game will play
The ball will roll
The kickers will run
Break a leg or a hit on the face?
It is a warning those not toeing the game
This is the backstabbers
No rules or principles but money
In office or in politics
The gears keep changing
The rolling of money
The deciding game
Whoever is the IGP?
The police is on low perception
The previous IGP never addressed it
They didn't want to rock the boat
Now a new IGP on the way
Will he be bold for the change?
Bring in ICPMC to boost the police
The public may return to support
The police seriously need overhaul
The police can't be running all the same
Year in year out without improving?
The poor public perception needs to change
The new IGP should bring
The new scope and hope
Let the public feel good about it
Bring in IPCMC to the boost the force
The crocodiles
The tales of hell
Once they get you
You can't bite free
You can look in its eyes
The tales of lies
You try to wriggle free
You are caught living in hell
You may think you have a chance
In the balance of equals in fight
The crocodiles will sing its tales
“Join us in the swampy land”
You know the score
You will be turned over
You will not remember your freedom
You will become like the crocodiles
The crocodiles
The tales of hell
Don't believe a word they tell
They are the scammers giving you no choice
Discredition will high
As the opposition will try
The moos and crocodiles
Crying of losing power
They just can't believe
They were nearly got in
Only His Majesty found out
He didn't accept the back door cruise
Now the opposition
No ideas but spewing bad tales
They think the voters are fools
Believing their kind of stories
Race and religion
Giving it a bad light
Does the opposition care?
Only own interests
The false narratives
The moos and crocodiles
Living in their own castles
They think the untouchables
They don't help the nation to grow
They harping on the old issues
It doesn't bring progress but division
Yet the opposition doesn't see it
They spin their tales
Trying to tempt their race
Wooing on the false narratives
Of losing control by their race
They don't have relevant issues
They think of their own interests
So the false spins on their tales
They can't find good tailors
The Bawang
When will the police take him in?
Police reports done already
Yet he is still brewing toxicity
A man using religion
For his own benefit
Trying the way of Taliban
Yet he is banned by Saudi Arabia
The Bawang
Put him in jail
He will learn his lesson
He thinks he is untouchable
The law must swing into action
The nation doesn't need these type of characters
They only chase away investors and bring shame
The Bawang the old man the sins will not run away
The monkey
He has his issues
Once as the 4th floor boys
Though it was years ago
That part he played
It may not sit well in his wrong move
If he shows interest in joining the moos
His political career is good as gone
He should recognize the wrong
The moos leaders are charged
The corruption in court
If the monkey wants to survive
Currently still hangs on the cable
Undecided what he will do
It is best he doesn't contest in the state election
It will not bring him nearer to his goal
The monkey
He better doesn't be greedy
He has his options
But he has to choose wisely
The art of knowing the “why?”
When we get the answers
It will be for a while
When we will win some and lose some
Everything we hear and listen
Like the whirring wind in our ears
The sound of whispers
If only we pay attention
But do we?
Because we keep asking “why?”
The opportunities flowing through
We don't see it in our eyes
Unless we read on past history
The stories of great men and women
There lies the answers to our “why?”
We have to take action stop asking questions
The power breeds
The mind of control
In the wrong mind
Chaos will be the word
Beware of the wolf in sheep skin
The bad intention to pursue
The greed of the mind
The power to corrupt
In every government agency
Greasing the palms seem the day
Unless one knows the way
Passing cables as they say
The power breeds
Most of the time it is bad
So the good should prevail
Before the nation falls
The frogs stay quiet
In the hot sun
They can't jump high
They are fatigue
Dreaming of millions
They have to wait
Ringing up in their ears
Hoping to strike rich
The Anti-hoping law
Stop them on their tracks
Though the law needs to fine tune it
As of now it helps to stop the frogs
Now the bad politicians
Striking in the voters' pockets
They hope to win
But it is a long night of silence
Gerakan
A party on the down
Joining Pee Anne
A sudden death instead
A party rejected by the voters
Now its president dreaming
Like Mat Jenin on the high
He better cleans up his backyard
Gerakan already buried in Penang
Yet its president wants to swing it there
He will lose his deposit collaborating with Pee Anne
The party candidates will get zero instead
Gerakan
Its heyday is gone
Better close shop
Watch the sunset
Playing a game
The preparations importance
The stamina to stand the endurance
A fit player and energy in the mind
Everyone wants to win
On a score we will see
There will be winners and losers
Playing a game
It teaches us how to survive
In this competitive world we live
The game of strategies, plans and executions
Even if we fail we will learn something too
As they use to say
Learn the mistakes
Study the winner's game
Plot it in the next move
The politicians
Stop spreading on race and religion
It will not bring joy to the nation
Because she doesn't survive on it
The states election
Apparently this is the core
The politicians will strike it hard
On race and religion
The police should keep a close watch
Don't let the politicians carry it away
Charge them for disturbing the peace
The nation doesn't need disharmony
Now the states election drawing near
UG partners must win the states election
Don't let the devilish grin surface
Put masks on their faces
The Sandakan man
Lost his way due to impatience
Even his value is gone
The last election he lost too
Now for the state election
He can't deliver as well
Though his party bosses
Salivating for the win
Once he was with PH
Due to his greed of power
He jumped ship so he was history
He can't deliver he will lose
Even his own seat he may lose
Expecting him to deliver?
His party boss is dreaming
PH will retain the state
