Ah, rupanya kau sama saja
Dengan durjana-durjana yang sebelumnya!
Dahulu kau berkhutbah garang
Tentang tangan-tangan terlarang
Merobekcarik tanpa bersilu
Mencurirompak tanpa termalu
Kini khutbah terkunci sepi
Disimpan balik tabir suami
Merobekcarik jadi terhalal
Mengaducuri jadi terbatal
Ah, rupanya kau sama saja
Dengan durjana-durjana yang sebelumnya!
#475 Tentang Melawan Deru Taufan
Kau lawan deru angin itu
Tatkala yang lain hanya akur tunduk
Kau dongakkan ingkarmu
Kau depakan bantahmu
Menafi musuh seteru
Kau bakarkan sumbu merah
Meniup api amarah
Gelojoh mereka kau sanggah
Angin taufan kau sanggup lawan
Walau tewas tiada terkorban.
#474 Tentang Lanun Penangguk
Seawal lahir
Menangguk di sungai mas
Laba terhidang.
#469 On Being Left Behind
Your eyes tell you true:
While they raced ahead, we chose
Our muddled murkdom.
#464 On Preening and the Coming Reckoning
For five and score years you've proclaimed the fight
For Truth and Justice to prevail anew
But Hope is now corroded by the blight
Of compromise: a coward's fatal brew
You revel in the preen of hard-won power
But every day brings closer reckoning's Hour.
#455 Tentang Janji Politikus (atau, Manifesto Bukan Bible)
Ikrar besar disemai tabur
Buah mulut manis menggula
Lepas undi hasilnya kabur
Makin hari makin mencuka
Lumrah nasib rakyat tersusah
Janji degar dibakulsampah.
#454 Tentang Ghanimah dan Ufti
Bila menang semua sapu
Itu atur politik cakar
Rompak Ah Chong 'tuk bayar Abu
'Gitu cara dunia berputar
#442 On Cancer Within Your Ranks
For years, you climbed your way to long-sought power
The price you’ve had to pay was steep indeed
And now, this cancer grows with rank devour
It reeks with stench of ever-present greed
The teacher now obeys the student’s way
This cancerous mass within your ranks holds sway
#436 Tentang Langau Yang Mau Bebas
Demi kuasa, kau tepiskan malu
Demi harta, berjuta kau sapu
Walau jatuh ke tanah, masih kau
Cuba melompat, cuba melangkau
Tiada insaf walaupun tertumpas
Masih melangau, menuntut bebas.
#426 On Curses
I curse you.
I curse you for the smearing of our good names.
For your insinuations.
For your callous determination, to destroy our good works.
For your cowardice, in hiding behind the veil of power
to push us off the precipice.
I curse you, in this blessed month of Ramadan.
May your aims all go awry.
May your works crumble into ash.
May your evil doings find their way back to you,
transmuted into evils committed unto you.
May the miseries you inflict on others,
be heaped unto you in series a millionfold.
I curse you, and may God curse you too.