A Poem for One Who Lost His Way
The house of human and citizen rights to defend
Once stood tall and august
But Dec 11 saw the rapists marching in
Precedents were set by nincompoops
Who preferred foul language because they lost their soul
Demeaning wives, sisters and daughters with leaky smelly mouthings
That would sahme even a standard six child
But they call themselves Wakil Rakyat
Then they slaughtered cows
Within the hallowed compound
On Black Tuesday Dec 11 they performed
Of Human Rights
Common citizens who gathered to hand over a memorandum
Isn't that an honourble thing to do?
Hey, this is OUR House of Representatives
Became victims of men-in-blue
Who without question just arrest Citizen Joe
These guys in uniform who were supposed to protect us all
How can you now expect us to respect you?
Parilament House is Not Pak Lah's mansion
Neither Zakaria Mad Deros' small house
Nor the mighty mansion by River Swine nigh Perth
Was it the PM's son's or adopted dar'in' Patrick Badawi's?
Or is it the son-in-law's?
You can rape at Zak's
at Patrick Bodowi's
I don't care
For heaven's sake, and my children's sake
Don't rape at Parliament House
There's such a thing as human rights
As adopted by the United Nations Organisation
some 60 years ago
And NegaraKu proudly signed on dotted line
Hey, mr pm, where were you?
What did you do
While murderers, plunderers
and rapists wander into santuaries
of dear Malaysians' hearts and souls
mighty and free?