Being corrupt is bad; getting caught is worse!Castigated many, in prose and in verse.Stashes of cash found burningSend the avid gossips churning.Why should inquiry even take place?When it’s clear as the nose on your face?There could be other versions?The tainted may well be innocent?At least of this Crime?Oh! Where’s your common sense?!?Caught `red-handed’ doesn’t permit other hues;Any explanations, other possible views!A frame captures a pictureMaybe square or round;What’s lost sight of is, thatPrismatic perceptions abound!Rumour becomes certaintyBefore Truth gets off the groundWith such salacious tidbitsFloating around …The Tragedy isBy the time Real Truth is found,The One rumoured about isSix feet in the ground!
