Written since 13th of May 2013
The year 1948
My name is Malaya, derived from the Sanskrit term “Malaiur”
or “Malayadvipa”, which can be translated as “land of mountains”.
I am a rich and prosperous land with
Beautiful people from around Asia,
I started providing for the original people,
And soon welcomed immigrants from the mountains,
The middle country and the body of water
The year 1963
In the past 15 years I gained 3 siblings:
Sabah, Sarawak and Singapore.
My father Tunku loved us very much.
He named us Malaysia.
Obviously he might have had his favourites,
But he was still a good dad. I loved him and he loved me.
The year 1965
Sister Singapore was becoming too strong and
Dad could not keep her under control.
She kept attending these PAP ‘parties’
And dad did not like it. So she was asked to leave.
It was a sad time, but I think it did her good,
Her dream is to become a successful international model.
Something dad would never have let her do.
March 24, 1968
I am 20 years old. Yesterday I met a man a.k.a. ‘Mr. Opposition’
He threw the best “opposition parties”.
The parties were called ‘MOVEMENT’ parties.
They turned out to be very educational.
The ‘movement’ taught me about equality, integrity, hope,
He taught me to act always, without fear or favour.
Although ‘Mr. Opposition’ had his differences with my father,
Tunku, dad always respected him greatly.
So I was introduced to my first true friend,
Movement and alongside him,
Dr. M&M and I looked up to them very much.
Movement, the noun defines: the act or process of moving;
a. A motion or action of a person or group
b. A shift in position
c. An evacuation (of the bowels); also, the matter evacuated
May 13th, 1969
There were some tensions between some of my friends,
The ‘people of the mountains’
And the people from the ‘middle country’
It was a power struggle and both parties
Wanted to push their ideals for the sake of my future.
It ended with the bloodshed of more than
FIVE thousand people in just one day
It started in “new village”
This was when the RAPING started.
Movement defines:
A particular manner of moving
a. A series of organized activities by people working concertedly toward some goal
b. The organization consisting of those active in this way
The year of 1970
I think God was crying for our country
Because this year we had the greatest flood,
Which really took a toll on Kuala Lumpur, my heart capital.
The movement party also betrayed the people by joining forces
With Dr. M&M, therefore Mr. Opposition decided to
Stop partying with them.
Movement defines:
A tendency or trend in some particular sphere of activity
The year of 1973
After the terrible riots of May 13th,
The alliance of the National Line was formed.
It appeared to all my foreign friends to be the start of
‘One Malaysia’ promoting harmony and peace but,
They had a dark secret obsession with rape,
Backstabbing us, it hurt the most
When Movement and Dr. M&M joined them.
I felt so betrayed because I thought they were my friends,
I thought they would always protect me like a father.
Instead they kicked my father, Tunku out as well.
He could not do anything and was defeated.
Movement defines:
The pacing, specif. the rapid pacing, of the incidents in a literary work
The 1980s
The people from the middle country,
Have been forced out against their will.
The body of water has started being drained out.
“When Malaysia was formed, I expected to see
The people of the mountains, middle country and the body of water in a place of equality
But now why can I only see the mountains?” - Mr. Opposition
Movement defines:
The effect or representation of motion in painting, sculpture, etc.
The year of 1987
There was a rogue ‘army marksman’
Who on an apparent craze started shooting.
With 400 rounds of M-16 ammunition.
Down the lonely streets of Chow Kit.
How he first, managed to ‘steal’, second even
Move with so much weapons from the army barracks,
I do not know.
When the police came to arrest him,
They did not open fire despite the weak effort of the
‘Army marksman’ causing havoc down Chow Kit Road
Instead they were very peaceful and the army general
Gave the marksman a hug when he put his weapons down.
Movement defines:
MILITARY is A change in the location of troops, ships, etc., as part of a manoeuvre
COMMERCE is A change in the price of some stock or commodity
MECHANICAL is The moving parts of a mechanism; especially, a series of connected moving parts e.g. the movement of a clock
MUSIC is any of the principal divisions of a symphony, sonata, or other extended composition
April 1st, 1987
Mr. Opposition received a gift from Mother Nature.
On April fool’s day of 1987, in the form his 3rd granddaughter.
She was the child of his second son,
‘The knowledgeable light’ and his wife ‘the refined orchid’
She was named ‘the natural beauty’.
October 27th, 1987
The governing parties held a ‘weeding operation’ in order to
Crack down on opposition leaders and social activists.
This was ordered by my ex-beloved Dr. M&M
The operation saw the arrest of 106 persons under the ISA,
The revoking of the publishing licenses of two dailies,
The Star and the Sin Chew Jit Poh, as well as two weeklies,
The Sunday Star and Watan
The ‘weeding operation’ hosted a party
in the midst of the mountains and they had banners reading:
“Drown the mountain’s trees in the middle countries blood”
Said a young emerging chief of the mountains – “Dr. Osmah Naj Iban”
He started by just supporting his father
but ended up tripping on this really bad party.
The two “doctors”, Dr. M&M and Dr. Osmah Naj Iban
then proceeded to carry on with more rape.
The year of 1995
As Mr. Opposition’s health deteriorated after 2 strokes,
His 2nd son, ‘the knowledgeable light’ emerged.
Like his father he had the same
Strength, precision, integrity, determination, motivation and passion
He was headhunted by Movement and decided to
Put the past aside, he had the romantic,
Idealistic intentions of change his old friend’s heart.
The aim was to stop people like Dr. M&M
As well as Dr. Osmah Naj Iban from ever raping me again.
October 13th, 1996
I am distraught but at the same time glad,
Mr. Opposition has just passed away after
Fighting for his life for 3 years, 3 months and 3 days.
He was bedridden for this period of time after his
Second stroke and it took him this long to pass on.
Everyone who respected and loved him came to his funeral including
Dr. M&M and Dr. Osmah Naj Iban.
Indeed, I was very surprised.
Amongst the people at the funeral was an emerging leader,
The dangerous brain behind the Asian Renaissance.
Sometime in 96’ when the Queen was here.
They tried to put him in a ‘Frame for Seduction’ and failed,
So he was jailed for corruption, Just because he appreciated art
And they weren’t feeling so smart.
They made him out to be a queer individual,
And shifted all the blame of all the RAPINGS on him
7 years in jail he sat, 4½ times the works of Shakespeare he read,
But he emerged a new man with a much stronger stand.
The issues escalated and soon,
The victims of rape became identity, morality
The country’s stability, they blamed the ‘Lord’s name in vain’
But the church put them all to shame
When they turned the other cheek to
3 Institutions burned by some fools,
They planned their own fake revenge
by throwing pig’s heads in the mosques
All for the sake of disruption
To help them justify and carry on their corruption
The date is 5.5.2013
They stole it from us again
The idea of democracy pissed on
The migrants came in planes and trains
To vote illegally but legally gain a better life
The people who took to the streets wanting to use a cane
And the authorities did not even hang their heads in shame
They blamed the middle earth’s tsunami
Contradictory to their slogan
1 Malaysia is meaningless
Meaningless, everything is meaningless
On the black, very black 5th of May
The ‘natural beauty’ tried to get back on track,
After a long way of flying back,
On the plane having a panic attack,
The result being jailed in Doha, Qatar.
This is not the first time a national trauma sparked a personal incident,
3 times was the number of episodes,
The first time after cleaning, followed by the second jailing of the Asian Renaissance.
The personal and the national are blurred,
At a time when we were not even heard.
9th May 2018
This is it!
The new me is here,
Time for a change, and a time for cheer,
Years of hard work and success is near,
A new party but still with the same face.
Leading the race which was lead by the people.
Would this operation give me a new system?
Will the leaders finally listen?
Is it time to step up and glisten?
Can I put my feet up and rest?
Will this be enough to mend my mess?
Who will be the one to end my distress.
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