The August Plot

Though the voice was somehow silenced

The soul was resilient

As the wish was obeisant

And the act was independent

Despite the stifles

The wrathful riffles

Gushing through spirals

Playing against the snivels

Flouting the agony

Drowning the ecstasy

Murdering the spawns

Mistreating the fronds

Still the shrieks were garish

The riles were robust

Engrained fear in our nemesis

Smothered them, brewed them powerless

Happy 57th Independence, Malaysia

-PRK-

Questioned The Charioteer

Took an instant veer
When things get unclear
When around the sphere
Couldn't hold his spear
When it's very sheer
When it gets severe
To even be sincere
To even revere
Or to interfere
With their yesteryear
For their yesteryear
Never disappear
For the chevalier
Ceased to volunteer
And without a sneer
He then leave a sear
But why are still here?
Still lost in a blear
Why should I still steer
Questioned the charioteer?

-PRK-