Malaysia

I breathe on a land. Moist by weather,
Favoured by seasons, Smiles on every curves.
These Borders were line aged. Made in the Sultan.
Judgement was a wise. Less to overrule.

Love for it was never less from a Doctor.
Seperation by sea’s and language.
And in Democracy we are here to speak.
Stoned by a yawn to a better disclosure.

There were more, but less to one
A Pride that Upholds a Destiny
Discovery of Self Diversity was never an option
A lawyer in making. A change. A polygamy.

Yesterday I hymn for a change
Sounds of a Hyprocrasy whose greed is not blind.
Seeking for poverty in the wise chair.

Ive read a book. On a country.
Well diverse and sad it was.
And happy it appear. But for whom I speak to.

My voice is another name to my ancestors.
A repetition generation. On a same land.
Change of policy. Shot by a 7.00 hour dawn.
Im a Muslim. So does my respect to Buddha.
My friend is a Christian and yet to I hug a Hindu.

In one diversity,on one prosperity. A hint for us to all.