Under Investigation Poem by Earnest Gatuma

The blue boys are on a hunt,
There's a bounty for the one who gets a closure,
The case files are bulky concerning my words,
Not deeds but sure conspicuous utterances,
Once I said in NA that I used to sell drugs in college,
Some other time I confessed to my priest of doing fraud,
Only there have I repented but still somehow I am a suspect,
Like am always recorded,
Very soon to be indicted,
I am puzzled,
Because I wanted to look tough when I Iied,
The worry is how they will intiate the indictment,
It turns out that they are willing to do anything,
Even though it's corrupt,
For times are hard,
Inhumane but they have got little ones to look after,
Their kind of hoggets and whoring better halves,
I might be framed due to my show of sympathy and love,
The worst part is how they will phish me while under interrogation,
Gatro State knows nothing less but aggression,
Your balls are treated like a joystick when under interrogation,
An exciting game it will be,
Making up stories of how in crime I pondered in glee.