It's an echo out through time,
from the distant beat of 2007 drums,
when the rakyat walked hand in hand,
and the call to “Bersih” first resound.
There was no colour, race nor creed,
we were all one yellow then,
free citizens in a not so free land,
seeking for elections, fair and clean.
And so July 9 came and gone,
as thousands KL streets did throng,
braving roadblocks, tear gas, water cannons,
for “Bersih 2.0" did they come.
Under deliberate crunch of batons,
the frantic crisp of broken bones,
the teary eyed multitudes,
sang loud the freedom song.
As their handcuffed hands were joined,
their yellow T-shirts stained,
their spirits stands undaunted,
brothers, sisters, Malaysians still.