Still, unmoving
in silence standing
saddened by tidings
from ancestral 'steadings
a fire burns
the red in the ears
as vengeance calls
boiling blood stirs
the honour of race
lifeblood of culture
the sacredness of faith
caveat lingua franca
questioned and raised
discarded of value
dissected displaced
stripped of virtue
answer the call
these days of thunder
ride the squall
and come hither
seize the bugle
the pen and paper
join the struggle
with words and valour
be ye the vanguard
the edge and coda
the rising tide
of Melayu Muda.
* Malay version here
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Please publish a book of collected poetry please, sir...
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