Bila usia lanjut ‘patpuluh
Harus mula awasi diri
Makan minum harus bersuluh
Jangan sampai hanyut berahi
Kawal makan rajinkan senam
Sihat badan jiwa tenteram.
#487 Tentang Rebutan Edan
Dari awal usia insani
Kuasa jadi medan rebutan
Gaduh perang menjadi resmi
Fitnah bunuh bukan sempadan
Gelap hati persis sang shaitan
Hanyut dalam lautan edan.
#486 On the Thundrous Truth
Spare me not the Pain
Smite me with the thundrous Truth
O Lord, spare me not!
#485 On a Five-Star Day
Today was a five-star day
Like every other day
That I spend with you
Because I spent it with you
You and only you.
#484 Tentang Kejadongan
BODOH itu satu penyakit
Yang kini tular menjalar menyepit
Seluruh batang tubuh sebangsa
Tersengat tak kira miskin mahupun kaya
BODOH jadi semakin liar
Bila JAHAT turut tersebar
Seluruh bangsa runtuh merana
Bila BODOH dan JAHAT bergabung kuasa
BODOH makin meracau kacau
Bila SOMBONG membikin sasau
Seluruh warga terhukum sama
Bila sang JADONG diberi kuasa
Benar kata pendeta ilmuwan
JADONG alat perisai shaitan
SOMBONG bikin pemimpin bebal
BODOH bikin bangsa tersial
JAHAT bikin negara gagal
Otak beku, taring bersiung
Marakbar kamu, pemimpin JADONG!
#483 On the Pain that Purifies
The pain: it purifies and clarifies
Draws into keen attention Life's travails
A sharp and rude reminder to the wise:
The tallest trees can fall amidst the gales
Hold fast to Him, and He shall grant you ease
His Mercy shall bring suffering now to cease.
#482 On the Grim Fire
Grim is the fire that
Fiercely burns in your brow, like
A dark, defiant blaze.
#481 On the Afterlife that Awaits
Submit to Him who gives you Will to choose
Surrender to Your Lord and his dictates
This Life is an illusion to bemuse
For after Life, the Afterlife awaits
We shall be judged by how we played His cards:
Eternal bliss, or flames and poisoned shards.
#480 On Your Grim Resolve (For Yong)
The fiercest indignation on your brow
That colours your defiance in fractured grace
“So young, and look at her, so shattered now!”
You see the pity writ on every face
And yet I see the grim resolve so plain
You will not cower, you’ll surely rise again!
#479 On the Blasphemy of Broken Promises
The blasphemy of broken promises:
Your gift to those of us who marched to drums
In concert with your foes that you now bless
While we who kept the faith are given crumbs
For power’s sake power is placed on pedestal
The sheen of reformation effaced, dull.