I.
Another radio journalist shot
Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang
Another bullet hits a man;
He made a stand.
When will it end?
Gangsters dressed in coats and
politicians; making money,
granting wishes. Did you say you took a stand?
Bang Bang Bang
Bang.
It’ll never end.
II.
Kadir Regrets Corporate Giants Ignore Merdeka
Month
Where’s your spirit?
Hang your stripes,
gemilangkan jalur, sahut
makmur!
Fucking apathy; must be TV,
constant diet of spending money.
Come buy, must compete; Divide and conquer
To replete. My soul is dry, my womb
is wizened. Teach me what makes a
Good Citizen; when you tell me
I’m wrong to question my colour,
to ask why I'm different from any brown other;
that I’m a guest, a whore, a wanton
immoral, for wanting to live like an
equal, free Brother.
Throw me initials, weighed down
with bars;
more fairy tales about national cars.
Cut me some lines, shred me to pieces,
Call me a cunt and spike me with stars.
Let the blood of my menstruation,
smear your white lies in fourteen paces.
When my corpse curls to foetal position,
and rotting skin sallows the edges,
then perhaps we can shout, Merdeka! Merdeka!
Merdeka mereka yang pernah derhaka,
Cangkungkan saku yang bertumpah durjana.
Lupakah kami, Negaraku Merdeka?