Being corrupt is bad; getting caught is worse!
Castigated many, in prose and in verse.
Stashes of cash found burning
Send 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 picture
Maybe square or round;
What’s lost sight of is, that
Prismatic perceptions abound!
Rumour becomes certainty
Before Truth gets off the ground
With such salacious tidbits
Floating around …
The Tragedy is
By the time Real Truth is found,
The One rumoured about is
Six feet in the ground!