Hand In the Cookie Jar

Hand In The Cookie Jar

The word is out, the waiting suspense is over...
Over here in this small young democratic country...

For quite some time, in this Bolehland of endless possibilities...
There has been fascinating accounts of financial irregularities...

Every man in the street, he knows for a fact...
When one is a public official for the government...

One needs to uphold the integrity of being in public service...
In your personal bank accounts, no mysterious monetary incentives...

The highest ranking public official in Bolehland...
Religiously taking the holy ground, playing verbal footsies all round....

Pleading innocence and ignorance, with suspicious money in his bank accounts...
As one nation, all the  more bemused  as implausible explanations spew forth...

Now the word is out, despite painstaking months of evidence gathering...
A Voluminous report of convulated money trails  and entangled cash flows...

A single all important pawn has said, Insufficent Evidence, No further action.....
A shocking proclamation of his master's innocence, despite the public opinion..

Whither goes Malaysia, now that a perceived wrong is verbally white washed...
When a grievious misdeed, is now merely a twisted piece of re engineered logic....

Spin masters, blinded aides and mercenary political stooges...
As one they cried in unison, It is not what it seems, the boss is clean...

While  the man in the street, he shakes his head and mutters incredulously...
The many twists and turns, of mysterious donors and a deceased king...

How is it things in this Bolehland have come this far...
Was it not a simple case of being caught with a hand in the cookie jar?

https://sg.news.yahoo.com/twists-turns-najib-rm2-6-230008097.html?nhp=1
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Turner Avatar
January 28, 2016 at 8:22 AM
"We hang the petty thieves and appoint the great ones to public office." Aesop I love the rant, rant on!
Chuan Seng Avatar
January 28, 2016 at 9:22 AM
Great quote you've shared here... Question is where are the great ones... Some great ones trusted today.... Power and greed become them the next day..
Ebbs Avatar
January 28, 2016 at 7:18 AM
Some poems like your's become a little time capsule in history...a frustration. Thank You for sharing!
Chuan Seng Avatar
January 28, 2016 at 8:02 AM
Truth can be stranger then fiction.. In this land, all is possible with politicians...
Ebbs Avatar
January 28, 2016 at 7:25 AM
I have been googling...
Chuan Seng Avatar
January 28, 2016 at 7:23 AM
Gee, tq for your frank comments... Yes, guess you're right about the contents... If you care to follow the ongoing saga in Bolehland... Then you will picture better the strange things in this land...
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