Sometimes it is sad ...

... that you may never know
the road not taken.
When you travel on a journey
but never see its destination,
or labour in the dark
without hope of fruition.

And yet in spite of this
I can't help but feel pleased
to see a group so tireless
to cure our nation's disease.

How many years of labour?
To clinch this moment sweet.
One could almost feel their fervour
For this victory.

Behold our fearsome candidates:
Strong and well and good.
Along came the tsunami
And they became old driftwood.

Listen to what the people want!
Or pay the price again.
Sometimes a raving lunatic's rant
may revive the slain.

Shallow is the mind
of the man who thinks he can
do it all alone -- he's blind
to the new realities.

Sadness fills the heart sometimes
until it is flushed away.
Then we start anew again,
step into this glorious day.

Remake the world we see
but not with Shafi'e
nor Ghazali.

Instead the people's voice should be
e n s h r i n e d
for all humanity.