the loot

The loot stays open

There is a reason

To show the crook isn't hiding

Let the police cart it away

The biggest loot has left

Leaving behind the small bags

We don't see a face of fear

Or face of sadness

It seems everything is normal

Leaving the boxes in the rooms

Of private homes or associates

Knowing it can be found

Donation seems the favorite word

As if the word is above the law

When reality bites on the crook

He will sing in Bamboo River

Now his world is crumbling down

There will be supporters to lend support

They don't see anything wrong on corruption

Maybe they are tuned into it for years

This is the time

The law will stand without fear or favor

The guilty will be charged and imprisoned

The way of good practises