Stand Tall, Kuala Lumpurian

(amended)
I walk alongside the muddy bank of Gombak rivers.

A walk that costed me 22 monkey ears...Oh please, don't ask y.
I walk along, with a cape on, that painted in 14 glorious stripes.

And here I share some stories of mine...

There was this day of odd,
Crows on trees roared like tiger in woods,
Fluffy lambs growled as taught,
And aside there stood,
The boy who cried wolf.
and I know, without a mask, I rarely move.

I continued, with a mask, and later I met...
A glum tom cat was crying over a dead rat,
Poor 0ld buddy were found dead,
But who else to suspect if not the cat?
Life's indeed full of traps and threats.
And I decided, to walk with no fellow, ahead.

I continued, as a lone druid, and later I met...
A clown, painted face and faked laughter,
Hilariously, blowing his huge trumpet,
Rythem-less, a pathetic life of disasters.
But guess what, blowing one's trumpet,
A play, with talent, I master.

Thanks to the neighbour...

Relatively, the road turns hazey,
The air's now dead and smelly,
Slowly, my steps turn heavy.
Finally, I've beaten by reality.

With mask on, my sights become narrowed,
With mask off, I still live till tomorrow.
But without a fellow, I'm never a hero,
Yet without a fellow, my trumpet is a zero.

Oh gosh... what am I doing?
I just want to be a bull that moo
Not any scarecrow that "boo"
Oh well... life still has to get going.
But before that, I need some changing
and I mean it now, anyhow...
No more disgusting smile or hatred bow
Off I throw now the untruthful mask
Reconnecting my lost pasts that last
Definitely, honesty is a must at start

Well...

Though the crows still caw,
and yet the lambs growl,
I stand tall.

Though old Tom hiding claws,
yet pathetic clown blowing in ego,
I must walk tall.

I still believe...
We will still glow
A holy rain will showers us all.













The eye is now on Malaysia

Cintai Kuala Lumpur