Within The English Village

As I walk down the streets, wide and narrow streets, l often imagine them
Braving trashings, insults, death threats, batons, teargas, water cannons, the works
And with thousands of riot police trying to break up the protests and strikes
A force to be reckoned with, me, as part of them, hope to perhaps make history again
A history where behind the cloak of fear,  the gale of creative destruction would be unleashed
To be set free to put an end to the unrealistic demands, the catastrophic social implications and the political games of those from every sides of the divide

Of course in my mind, I'm very much controlled,
I'm very much prepared to rein in the masses against the authoritarian rules and religion
Ready for the straight journalistic report of the biting satire and classical literary themes
If not ever-ready to dance along to the euphoric political rallies 
But these are just my imaginations, my wish and hope to be the vanguard of change
And often I wonder, would it have meant a triumphant journey if I know what exactly am I defending, what exactly am I fighting for

Often I don't
Often I'm torn
Often all I see is a thin line instead of a silver lining
Often we all don't
Often we are still trying to comprehend what transpired the previous day's curiosity 
And often it's the biased ideologies
Within the English village
In which we are often bullied into submission, to keep mum
By the ruling elite and the flawed system

-PRK-

The Manual

There is no manual to life
And I was born to let you down
I was born to disgrace you
Taint your name
And malign you till I die

But that's what they said
That's what they expect to see
Hatred, jealousy, anger
Perhaps, even bloodshed
And that's in their manual to life

I can't swim
And I have no life-vest
But I won't drown
For my manual to life is...
Just to be me

To exist to see you happy
To wake up to see you smile
To turn around to see you laugh
Hear your voice
And to feel your warmth

-PRK-

Jilid Aku

Berlaga lagi hati ini, penuh perihal keraguan
Tiada kesudahannya juga keberangan ini, terasa dihina dan diperlekehkan
Kekhilafan itu sukar dihindar walau seribu kali dimaafkan
Kerna pendirian ku sering kali mudah dilecuhkan
Umpama rangkap yang rancak aku sedia berlari
Dan menyebarkan cacian sebelum diriku dihakimi
Kenapa tidak diulangi sahaja semuanya?
Rasanya masih sama seperti jilid yang lama
Ku sangkakan ini novella baru
Dikhianati rupanya, walau di dunia baru
Kerna seharusnya aku yang menulis
Seharusnya cuma aku yang berpuitis
Walau gusar, gementar atau terguris
Kegembiraan ku cuma hanya aku yang lukis
Kerna ini jilid aku
Langkah ku dan keinginan ku
Siapakah kau seharusnya bagi ku?
Jika cuma tohmahan sahaja yang keluar dari mulutmu

-PRK-

Pecksniffian

The ground was hoed in such irate
Like an earthquake, it then began to wobble
In the thoroughly puzzled state
The folks then began to straddle
To reach that balance
To bleach that hate
To blend the variance
To keep that cape
But this is all we yearn for
The yearning that was never done for
For often what we live for
Isn't really what we breathe for
Answer me now, why so bias?
Answer me now, why all this chaos?
Enlighten me now, this promised 'us'
Make clear to me now, this egocentric thrust
Or should I craft my law, enfold you in thread
For this antagonism has been sowing threat
At dusk, as I lay down, it was perfectly written
But at dawn, the sonata seems completely different
Surprised, I was not
Surprised, I am not
For it is a necessity
To necessitate a spurious harmony
For the lies, we have faith in
Is the time that we invest in
So say the charlatan preacher
Whose convictions are sinking deeper

-PRK-