Change change change
The mob cheered, spurred on by their proclaimed reformasi
Roused by incited fervour
In chucking out the bathwater they threw away the poor baby
Burning with opiate rage
Befuddled, besotted, bewitched by the hypnotizing siren call
The ugly crowd ignored
Having a hard look at themselves in the mirror on the wall
In pompous self righteousness
Exempting themselves through pseudological propaganda
From all rules, proof and ethics
Forgetting what’s good for goosey should be good for gander
Their democracy is a poker game
Upping the ante with bluff, bluster and bamboozling antics
Where 82 is somehow greater than 138
Spinning out a new doctoral thesis on humbug mathematics
50% wishful hope, 50% hopeful wish
And another 31%, 31 parts, 31 tonnes, just 31 of anything
Why not 31 plastic Taiwanese frogs
To realize their dreams of making 4-face Brahma the King
De facto, De ceitful, De vious
His ‘Majesty’ demands democracy must close one bloody eye
The end justifies the means
16 Sep, 23rd, Hari Raya, Christmas, New Year, man man lai
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