Plane Feelings

Dark clouds like baby ghosts
Peek their heads above
The sky’s horizon in the distance.

Rich with colour,
Deep orange, green and blue,
Something in me aches and collapses.

Shiver in the cold,
Electric feelings of old,
I never saw how we could be forgotten.

In the open spaces,
The beauty now erases,
All of memory’s traces, many rotten.

The final glow, the burst,
Makes me hunger, makes me thirst,
Longing for some feeling of some pain.

The puffy cotton balls,
And all of us in free fall,
From the heavens descend hot and heavy rain.

Velvet dusk upon us,
Another day is done,
Today I own no sorrow and no shame.

28th November 2016

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Game Over

That bitter knot in my mouth,
Is the taste of hope dissolving
With each passing day.

What purpose is there?
The country’s fools
Take it all for a game of play.

Please drown my despair,
I gasp for air,
What I love does not love me back.

There’s no glory in sacrifice,
To care is a painful choice,
I may lose everything I ever had.

Save me your tears,
I can’t handle your fears.
Just leave me, you’ve won.
Game over.

Bring me my children,
The sun sets on the future,
And on your wretched dishonour.

28th November 2016

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Men in Blue

Men in Blue,
Your main duty is to
Keep the streets clear of crime.
Instead, you strike fear,
And to us it is clear,
It’s not the best use of your time.

Men in Blue,
We know that you act
On the orders of people on top.
But before you attack,
Please look at the facts,
You serve the people, as cops.

Men in Blue,
You know what is right,
You just need to wake up,
Be given new sight.
Why not join arms with us,
And help our shared nation?
You will find it’s a better path to salvation.

28th November 2016

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Bijan the Clown

Once in a land,
There lived a funny man,
Who wore a jewel-studded crown.
But he was afraid of balloons,
And even of cartoons,
His name was Bijan the Clown.

He tried hard to be brave,
But he was just a slave
To the power and money he had found.
In the end the people saw,
That he was just a fraud,
His name was Bijan the Clown.

To show he had some muscle,
He silenced any tussle,
And locked up any threat that lay around.
He did it for he was weak,
Didn’t want to be thought meek,
This poor little Bijan the Clown.

When his people went to sleep,
That’s when he would weep,
Unsure of himself and insecure.
With no moral direction,
He fell to greed’s infection,
Bijan the Clown, polluted and impure.

Pink-lipped and pale-skinned,
He loved to dance and sing,
With the life and wife to whom he was bound.
He abandoned the land,
It turned to dust,
Its people ran,
So remember we must,
The sorry tale of Bijan the Clown.

28th November 2016

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A Black, Slimy Creature

There’s a black, slimy creature,
That eats away at your soul,
It’s a muddy, slippery thing,
That so quickly gets out of control.

The creature begins its life humble,
Presenting itself with a smile,
You allow it to feed on insatiable greed,
It sucks on your breasts like a child.

It crawls up your spine and enters your heart,
It makes you give up your ideals,
And soon you are wading in wealth untold,
For this creature your body conceals.

There’s a black, slimy creature,
That’s taken over your mind,
You blindly imprison the dreamers who dream
Of a world we’ve left so far behind.

The creature that lives in your blood,
Will leave you withered and weak,
One day you will search but never will find,
The solace and peace that you seek.

26th November 2016

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Resplendent Women

Sometimes we need a woman
Whose strength surpasses time,
Whose steely core and spirit
Can outshine any crime.

This woman now bears the burden
Of standing for what is right,
Her source of hope is from elsewhere,
She chooses to fight the good fight.

Sometimes we need a woman
So piercingly resplendent and brave,
That cowards shudder and pass away,
So there is still a nation to save.

We have now this woman before us,
She reminds us of what lies within,
That indeed we are bastions of strength ourselves,
That the flame should never grow dim.

25th November 2016

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I live in a cell

I live in a cell,
There is no day or night,
The floor is hard and cold,
I fear I am getting old.

I live in a cell,
My bones feel chill and pain,
My body is stiff and weary,
Only my thoughts remain.

I live in a cell,
The bulbs too stark and bright,
Without a window out,
I fear I am losing sight.

I live in a cell,
Whispers outside that I hear,
My mind plays slow tricks on me,
The beginnings of what I fear.

I live in a cell,
How soon till I leave this place?
My friends, my children, wait.
Won’t be long till I see your face.

25th November 2016

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A sea of yellow flowers

In the quiet night
We ask ourselves
Why fight the system strong?
It’s big and bold and towers tall
It’s been this way all along.

We light our candles,
Wave them high,
Try to give hope in the dark,
It’s minuscule what we can do,
It barely hits the mark.

But many candles kindle fire,
Many hands and hearts don’t tire,
A sea of peaceful yellow flowers,
Creates the seeds of people power.

In the quiet night
When questions burn,
The helpless, hopeless we,
Stand tall, fight wise,
Keep on, arise,
For the day we are set free.

25th November 2016

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Stand Watch

I have been rather affected by the arrest of Maria Chin Abdullah and the way in which she has been so wrongly incarcerated: in solitary confinement, a windowless cell, a plank of wood as a bed, two light bulbs that are on 24/7 to keep her awake, and blindfolded when she is brought from location to location.

Have not written verse in a while, but these have been coping mechanisms. This is the first of several.

Stand Watch

In shadows they laugh
As they pick through the pockets
Of national funds.

The shady darkness
Provides them some shelter
Before they soon shall run.

The millions, no, billions,
Of stolen treasure,
The people are blind and don’t see.

Stand watch over leaders,
Be vigilant always,
Hold tight and don’t let them flee.

25th November 2016

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Why rallies matter

First published in theSun on 24 November 2016, here.

In the lead-up to Bersih 5, many conversations with friends centred on whether there was any point in having street rallies. Many felt that despite large turnouts to such protests over the last few years, no change had really taken place. In fact, many felt the situation had deteriorated even further.

It is in the nature of civil society movements to call for a particular, usually radical, change. These can range from calling for the abolishment of a certain law or policy, or the removal of a leader. Having seemingly unreachable targets is sometimes the point; if it was easy, why all the effort to organise a mass rally in the first place?

First, one could argue that it is precisely because the believers in a certain cause had already exhausted all other alternative options that they turned to the streets. You might first write to your representative, whether local councillor, state assemblyman or Member of Parliament, depending on which law it is you are unhappy about. Then, you might form an NGO or think tank to write policy briefs. But when such efforts have gone on for years to no avail, there are very limited avenues left available.

Second, street rallies are, after all, a legitimate means of expression. Article 10 in the Federal Constitution protects every Malaysian’s right to freedom of speech and expression, and to assemble peacefully and without arms. The Peaceful Assembly Act 2012 also makes it legal to have public protests, and in fact puts the onus on the police to redirect any counter-rallies if they expect clashes to take place. Peaceful assembly is essential to a functioning democracy, and hence why it is widely enshrined in local and international law and conventions as fundamental freedoms. This is not some Western-based notion alone but stems from the human necessity for people to cooperate and collaborate to pursue their interests. Vibrant assembly is a crucial element of a fair and just society.

Third, rallies are an efficient way of bringing strangers together who would otherwise have no way of guessing the volume of people believing in a common cause, especially important in a time when activism is largely limited to reading and sharing news from an electronic device. There is great value in sharing a physical space and moving in or away from the same direction together.

These are collective visceral experiences that spur people on to, very simply, be motivated to do more.

Historian Eric Hobsbawm in fact wrote rather cheekily that “next to sex, the activity combining bodily experience and intense emotion to the highest degree is the participation in a mass demonstration at a time of great public exaltation … it is by its nature collective … through which the merger of the individual in the mass, which is the essence of the collective experience, finds expression”.

But one might claim these to be merely self-indulgent experiences, because no actual policy change can take place as a result of rallying.

Much better to work from the inside through existing systems, it is said. It is perfectly valid to work from within the system, and those who do so should continue persevering.

However, the majority of people do not work within government and they have no access to the corridors of power.

I would in fact argue that the past few Bersih rallies were actually able to demonstrate significant milestones, which would not have been possible without the thousands on the streets and subsequent pressure to act.

Recall that it was only after the Bersih rally in 2011 (Bersih 2) that the government formed a Parliamentary Select Committee on Electoral Reform, which conducted public hearings in six states and presented a report to Parliament the following year in 2012.

Although most of the 22 recommendations have not been implemented, one was: the proposal to allow Malaysians residing overseas to vote at Malaysian embassies or missions. This is now a reality. Malaysians living overseas no longer have to fly back to exercise their right to vote.

The Election Commission also eventually implemented the use of indelible ink in the last general election, which was one of the key demands of Bersih in 2011, although the ink was easily washed off. Finally, international as well as local registered Malaysian organisations have also been permitted to observe the elections.

These are small incremental changes, and certainly much more needs to be done – calls for reforming the administration seem to fall on deaf ears.

But this is where civil society learns from each round of social action. In order to pinpoint the most accurate pressure points of a government they seek change from, sometimes things need to happen multiple times before the most effective form of action is uncovered.

Even then, why would a government resisting reforms demanded by mass rallies have to actually respond and listen to its citizens?

A truly democratic government has to be shown explicitly that a significant part of its electorate that put it in power will sway at the ballot box if it does not enact the reforms demanded.

This is why the numbers at rallies are important; the visual impact of the masses coming out is important; the diversity in age, race, class and creed is important. All these are essential to show these demands do not just represent narrow interests or a small section of society.

Especially in Malaysia’s highly racialised and regionalised politics, mixed ethnic composition and East Malaysian participation in such rallies are crucial factors.

It might also serve Malaysians’ memories to note that rallies are not a new thing in this country. In 1946, it was members of Umno that publicly demonstrated against the British-created Malayan Union. They even wore white headbands to signify their mourning for the loss of the Sultans’ political rights, which they said were being reduced.

Two years later, the Malayan Union was dissolved and replaced by the Federation of Malaya on Feb 1, 1948. How long more do we wait before we see some form of change?

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