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#638 On The Morning After
Sometimes
You just deserve
What you asked for
What you prayed for
What you voted for
Sometimes you just deserve what you get.
#634 Tentang T15
Kalau tuan mengurus bangsa
Jangan lupa bermusyawarah
Gali cari jalan saksama
Agar warga tidak tersusah
Deras mulut mengucap arah
Kurang semak kurang pedoman
Rakyat bingung bercampur marah
Pening porak tidak keruan
Lajak sampan boleh diundur
Lajak kata buruk padahnya
Jangan leka menuntut akur
Hingga warga jadi termangsa
Cari jalan terpaling cermat
Agar lancar tatakelola
Amal adab beserta hormat
Pasti tadbir meraih mulia.
#625 Tentang Keengganan
Kalau inilah yang dikatakan
Arus perdana jalur pemikiran
Bangsa yang megah mangaku tuan
Adab nilai lapuk tersadai
Menang sorak maruah tergadai
Maka aku lebih rela dipencilkan
Sepak terajang tak kuhiraukan
Hilai tawa tak kuendahkan
Lenanglah engkau dengan harta dan kuasa
Aku enggan berkubang sama.
#598 On The Maggot’s Rot
Through all the years, your hard travails,
You bid your conscience mute, untasked.
And in the ripeness, power reveals,
Now on your throne you stand, unmasked.
We barely knew you, did we not?
Behind that smile, the maggot's rot.
#597 On Being Out for a Short While
Out for a short while:
A mere blank pause, or is this
The end of the road?
#596 On The Cockroaches
Sunlight is the antidote to injustice:
Evil skulks in dark corners, and cruelty
Rules when eyes are awed and averted.
One brave voice calls out, and the novelty
Of Truth stands tall, like a daring novice.
How did we not know - how were we blindsided?
(Like shamed cockroaches, they scurry out of sight,
To bide their time in the dark cloak of night.)
#582 On Your Torrent of Lies
Torrential stream of bilious lies
To try to smother unkind truths
To fulminate and to disguise
Your cruel intent, devoid of ruth
In disbelief I witness gall
Your chutzpah keeps your cult enthralled.
#578 On Rule by Fist
Against tyranny,
You raised a fist in defiance.
Now, you rule by fist.
#576 On Our March, Abandoned
Twenty-six years ago
You were sacked
And beaten
And disgraced
And we marched to the streets
Not in your name, oh no
But in the name of Justice
And you promised Change
You raised your fist in Defiance
And yes, you promised Justice
Twenty-six years later
(Even if only in our hearts
And not yet on the streets)
We are still marching
For Change and for Justice
Only, we are not quite sure
If you are still marching with us.