Love Mother Malaysia - Poem by Paul Sebastian
Love Mother Malaysia
By Paul Sebastian
Mother Malaysia cries for moderation
To unite her sons of diverse races
Bonded in her sacred Constitution
Sealed with a vision of visionaries:
Heartbeat of Malaysian Independence
Harmonious people living a destiny
Fathered by peace-champions of prudence
Charted a future in a land of opportunity
Freed from colonialism and insurgency
‘Jalur Gemilang' raised, we stood proud
Locked hands, blood-sweated, tilled this land of glory
Tin, rubber, paddy, and business: wealth wrought
‘Negara Ku' united sons: ploughed morrow's victory
Fast-stepped fifty-seven years birthing prosperity
One Nation, One People, thriving democratically
Unique diversity, weaved in socio-cultural unity
Community-knitting earned a heaven, politically
Mother Malaysia's sons must defend her honour
Never to give in to some lackadaisical extremism
Never chance to wipeout peace, earned to this hour
Never swing far left to crush precious nationalism
Strengthen the very cords of social fabric
Guard anxiously against evils of destruction
Honour the socio-politico conscience of public
Be courageous: defend rights, and fight corruption
Be vigilant of the faceless enemy within
Who'd gnaw at the very pillars of national unity
Making way for an insurgent ideology to creep in
Wrecking what's been built in one national calamity!
Sons, rise up to defend beloved Mother Malaysia!
If you don't carry ‘Jalur Gemilang' high, who will?
If you don't proudly sing ‘Negara Ku, ' now, when will you?
If your ‘Mother' faces danger, would you carelessly stand still?
If you do, you are a callous soul; not a son, then who are you?
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