A crooked bridge over troubled waters that never should have been,

A Machiavellian deity wannabe who would stoop so low,

disparaging remarks to demean,

Posses of opportunist scavengers who feast on harvested offspring of

seeds of hate, disunity,

Fattened hogs that can no longer be fed, gradually devoured by worldly

beasts of reality,

Prey, once in unjustified captivity, left to die in shame, now

liberated to soar so freely,

Once over-zealous powers continuously refined of their past

ways so dastardly,

Once sunken vessels that are finally beginning to surface,

A people, once subtly hushed, now gradually having returned their gift

of chorus,

As one nation, may we stand as one; we have a noble vision, a plan,

the road's all lit;

To our pater, Pak Lah, you have my vote of confidence; aye, let's get

on with it!