As the battle lines were being drawn
And the stage set,
For a battle royale
Between the incumbency
And those
Who would seek it
By proxy
With juicy allusions to virgin sex
And corrupt practice
And the ghost of Altantuya
Haunts,
Even as the apex court
Affirmed the conviction of
The two ex-cops,
For the killing
Of the Mongolian beauty
One of which convicts has since absconded
To the Land Down Below,
Under circumstances
That have raised
More questions
Than answered anything
The whole gruesome murder episode
Murder without motive,
Has got more tongues wagging
Than not
People ask:
Could the answer
Could the answer
To the mystery
Of the missing motive,
Fell the incumbency
And help the other (s) to incumbency
By proxy?
Even as fingers point to
The folly, allegedly
And the profligacy, ditto
Of sovereign fund 1MDB
He be roasted though,
Nary a squeak
Much less
A a care
Well,
As Bolehlanders were
Looking forward to
A slugfest,
The promise
Of a battle royale
Is fizzling out
Like a soda?
Not surprising
If so,
For
Incumbency means
Power,
And its use
Or abuse
Or threat of
Its use
Or abuse,
Can often silence
A challenger
One proxy mouth
It has already scared to silence
Another, not yet
If truth
Be told,
Bolehlanders
Would rather
That all dirt
And skeletons
And anything else
Untoward
There be,
There be,
May be
Unearthed
That Bolehland
May eventually,
Be renewed
And healed
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