From Save Yong Vui Kong! 为杨伟光请命

The 'Banduan Akhir Di Sel Akhir' play is starting tomorrow and Vui Kong's Counsel M. Ravi will be present during the gala show. Tickets for tomorrow show have sold out :-) Good news is tickets for the Monday-Thursday shows are still available. So come and support Vui Kong and the Anti-death penalty campaign. Any enquiry, kindly contact Aisling or Davina at 03-7955268 or email at amenstydptheatre@gmail.com.

Please Mr President!

This track was written by me and my friend, Selin, to appeal for Vui Kong, a young man who at 18, was caught being in possession of 47grams of heroin and who is sentenced to be hung in January of next year. It is our hope that the President will consider his attenuating circumstances and be merciful enough to grant him clemency.

View his story here, http://vimeo.com/8015235.

Through this song we also hope to raise awareness among Singaporeans that the death sentence is not something which we should simply accept because it's the LAW. The law is meant to maintain justice and order, but in some cases, the law may also be unjust and immoral: Singapore has the highest rate of death sentences amongst all the developed nations and also quite possibly the only developed country in the world to have no minimum wage. What does that say about the law and the law-makers in Singapore?

Deborah Lee,
Singer/Songwriter

  Please Mr President! by meowmeowproject 

Please Mr President!

Coz I keep on fighting on my own
And so much blood is shed without a sound

Wats up you
Jaded people
Wake up
It’s time to listen
To your hearts
And not the herd
Break up your tunnel vision
Your apathy don’t cost a thing
And neither does your love
So turn your head
face the pain
Ain’t no shame
In speaking up
Speak up

This man was 18
And now he’s going to be hung
When his whole life
Was strife staring down
The barrel of a gun.
Manipulated now you hate him
Living large like kings
His life snatched
47 g of smack he had to sell to live

Buddha called his name
His heart broke, he changed
No guns, no fights, no lies
But still the games the same

His dear mama, decrepit,
Beggin pleading on her knees
The hot roads scorching her soul
while authorities sip tea

coz I keep on fighting on my own
And so much blood is shed without a sound
And so many heads are turned away
When will they learn

For chasing the dragon
You’ll get hung on a noose
While politicians live it up with nothing to lose
Stealing billions, eating taxes
While the rich are getting richer
All this bullshit that they’re feeding’s
Straight-up blowing up my richter
Are they protecting the people
Or just protecting themselves?
If they’re so great
Why don’t they set the stage
With basic morals?
Coz an eye for an eye
Makes the whole world blind
And some compassion ‘stead of hatred
Would keep our own souls alive

coz I keep on fighting on my own
And so much blood is shed without a sound

‘Please Mr President
I beg you to forgive him
My son has never known his father
And his life was strife and anger
He never asked for much just
Wanted to keep on believing
Keep on fighting for a 2nd chance in living

coz I keep on fighting on my own
And so much blood is shed without a sound
And so many heads are turned away
When will they learn

Its their own lives they take
It’s their own lives they take
It’s their own lives they take

In speaking up (Speak up)
Speak up (Speak up)

Please Mr President!