This is no ordinary thing
It's a poisonous snake
That easily gets prey
Chicken, duck, or goose
It's not a regular lunge
It's about a rat that never perishes
That makes life a lot of people miserable
Degrading the nation's self-esteem
This is no ordinary thing
It's a matter of people's money that is not left
Where does the nation's investment go?
Just disappear by the mighty
Can still be said sentosa?
Do they not feel guilty?
Where are the consciences of the rulers?
This is not an ordinary thing ...
It's a matter of poisonous snakes and mice that can not perish
Want to take where will the name of the nation?
O ruler ...
Cornered please I put it
As night passes time
Similar names in the soul want to be spoken
Tired...
now pervades the body
On the rim of the poet's stanza
In a beautifully readable poem melow
Fingertips as if itchy parse the word
Form a story poem
Release ** fatigue **
Swish combing running time
Night tired of a tired body
The beautiful lyrics of the night created
The exorcist is exhausted from the lara's soul
regards @Parlo