Fizzling Battle Royale?

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

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,

May be 

Unearthed

That Bolehland

May eventually,

Be renewed

And healed