Day in, day out,

Staying focused on our family futures,

That’s what life in Malaysia is about,

My sons and daughters that my wife nurtures,

Carrying a load of bricks on my back,

Building the towering skyscrapers,

Hoping to fill ringgits in my sack,

Ringgit dived, success is like vapour,

Abu works on dirty and dangerous jobs

The truth is Malaysians are dirty and dangerous,

Don’t shoot me for saying so, he sobs,

Today the visa fees are high, tomorrow they are heinous,

Tomorrow they said they will pay me,

The economy is bad so they say,

I can’t even afford to eat rice or Indomie,

I tell them I am in debt which I can’t pay,

Now you say you want to bring 1.5 million of us,

Enslave us into your corrupt system,

I am out off here on the first airbus,

Fleeing from your twisted materialism and feudalism,

I don’t have the energy to commit any crime,

Yet you blame me for your crimes,

How have I offended you, when all I wanted was to earn a living,

Instead you stole my life and living,

You yell at me when I am trying to learn four languages at the same time,

Malay, English, Chinese and Indian,

You tell me I am stupid when you don’t even try to learn my language

or do a mime,

You think I will ill treat your women and marry them,

My wife will probably shoot me first and bash em,

You say I live and created the slum,

Well you gave me my living quarters,

Twenty to a small room with one toilet for one bum,

You tell me my work ethic is poor,

I am unsure since you yell and complain,

You never bothered to capacity develop or train,

You think I am a social problem,

I think you are the social problem,

We expatriate Bangladeshis remitted about US$1.4 billion last year,

Nothing close to the missing billions you hold so dear,

There is nothing demeaning about earning an honest living,

Persevering in humdrum jobs takes more creativity than stealing,

Malaysia, it pains me to say,

you have been a hard task master,

a bad pay master,

you use, abuse foreign talent,

you devalue your own local talent,

You live shackled by your greed,

On God’s throne of mercy I now plead,

for my freedom and release,

from masters whose wallets are full of grease.