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“Ini Tanah Melayu!” Ahmad proclaimed.

“Ini Hak Melayu!” Abu announced.

“Ini Negara Islam!” Ali declared.

“Ini…” Ah Chong despaired.

Minyak petrol, gas dan ekonomi.

Bagaikan musuh rakyat yang sejati.

Sewaktu harga melayang tinggi.

Rakyat berang dan rakyat benci.

Minyak petrol, gas dan Perdana Menteri.

Asyik dicaci tanpa dikompromi.

Kesianlah dia, apalah nak jadi.

Masa dah suntuk, undurkan diri.

Minyak petrol, gas dan MIC.

Bagaikan kereta yang tak boleh jalan lagi.

Apasal ini macam boleh terjadi, Samy?

“Pasal itu kereta sudah habis minyak sendiri”.

Minyak petrol, gas dan Khairy.

Gossip panas Petronas dan SCOMI.

Mungkinkah benar kegiatan kroni.

Penyebab utama kehilangan subsidi.

The father cries

The mother cries

When their child dies

A grown up man

But  a child in their eyes

The father weeps

The mother weeps

When their child sleeps

Into the eternal deeps

From the country’s reaps

The father mourn

The mother mourn

While the child is torn

When he was born

With the country’s scorn 

The father dies

The mother dies

When the bloody flag flies

Into the sky, into the lies

Where the old glory dies

Walau besar mana tubuhku,

Walau apa warna rambutku,

Walau apa warna Kukuku,

Tiada warna di hatiku.

My fellow politicians

Are like a deceiving magician.

What they do is just presentations,

A pleasing remedy and a tactful distraction.

My fellow politicians

Were in their purest creation,

With true hyped of nationalization.

But now, a disgrace lamentation.

My fellow politicians,

The spicy belacan of the burning sensation.

The top of the food chain of all creation.

The malaise race and their islamization.

My fellow politicians

With agendas, propagandas and taxation,

Calling everyone to fight corruption,

A myth, a defeat, an endless justification.

My fellow politicians.

Enough of your lies and rotation.

We want new and fresh administration.

To replace your rotten and the stinky constitution.

Dark blue uniform
With white stripe on
You march humbly into the dorm
To seek our welcome’s warm

Dark blue uniform
With badges adorn
Can’t be seen, smeared with loam
Covered by ashes since born

Dark blue uniform
With black boots shine
No one knows where you’re from
Never will and never mind

Dark blue uniform
Do fasten your Lace
To flee out like a worm
You, with no name, with no face

Dark blue uniform
No one knows you
So, run away into the storm
Cause no one need you

To put the world in order,

We must first put the nation in order.

To put the nation in order,

We must put the family in order.

To put the family in order,

We must cultivate our personal life.

And to cultivate our personal life,

We must first set our hearts right.

- (I think it’s) Confucius

Becoming A King
27-Aug-2007 10:00:00 PM

Genre: Documentary
Language: English

Synopsis: Malaysia has a new King - Sultan Mizan, who has the reputation of being a royal action man. National Geographic goes behind the scenes to see how a modern Coronation is staged. We meet the top palace officials, the Royal Comptroller and the Grand Chamberlain who must ensure that the smallest details will be done just right. If they make a mistake, it will be broadcast live on national television. As in any big production there are moments of despair and high drama. As the Coronation comes ever closer, we reveal the public and private life of Sultan Mizan - in the last hectic days before he becomes King.

Saya seorang budak Cina,
Menetap di sebuah Kawasan Melayu.
Walaupun…
Berdiri seorang tanpa dihina,
Bagaikan kemboja yang sedang layu.

Saya seorang budak Cina,
Tidak dilayan, tidak dipandang.
Jadi…
Jiwa ini haruslah merana,
Atas nama perjuangan yang tercundang.

Saya Seorang budak Cina,
Ingin bersuara, ingin berdebat.
Tapi…
Harapan melayang, kemarahan dibina,
Di kawasan melayu atau kawasan sahabat