You were supposed to protect me, But why does your beauty take priority? I thought I knew you, Less it seems as time flew, Your weaknesses pushed everyone through the edge, One by one they jumped over the hedge, To flee what may be lost, Desperation held on the most, I stopped running to turn around, To listen to the agonising sound, Perhaps we should turn back, Perhaps we should cut the guardian some slack, For the qualities the guardian lack, For in the fire, metal is forged, Perhaps Guardians too, maybe not all is lost.
Friends that we are, They tell you they care, Yet no feelings or actions they bare, Not a word, not a sound, How will connections be bound? Drop after drop, they disappear, And years after when they reappear, How very awkward, We are towards, The friends we said we care, Perhaps this is very much the expected scare. Troubles filled you, they run, Only when you are a clown, they bathe under you like the sun, Then we’ll know if we are friends, When it ends.
Malaysia’s election happened yesterday. The results are out; the government (BN) won and the opposition (PR) lost. It was a tragic day for democracy. Underhand tactics (so creative and despicable that you couldn’t imagine) were used.
Yesterday marked the history for Malaysia as one of the most dubious elections ever. The voice of the people for a fair election was unheard. Tyranny prevails. Over 600000 foreigners particularly Banglas came to Malaysia. Wonder why? I can’t tell you, my freedom of speech has been taken away.
“Honesty is a very expensive gift. Do not expect it from cheap people”.
I mourn for the death of democracy and fair voting.