The murder of Teoh Beng Hock

I posted Remembering Teoh Beng Hock more than 2 years ago on 06/06/2010 and reproduced below as Part I.

I believe we should not forget his unnecessary and cruel death and the lack of justice for him and his family.

Part II of The Murder of Teoh Beng Hock is immediately after the first part and is presented in more cryptic form.

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Part I (the Murder)

The next day I was to wed my love

She would have taken up my name

But some said the Immortals above

Like Fate, would play a cruel game

I was called in as a so-called witness

To come up with required evidence

'They' gave me dozen hours of stress

To support their pre-determinations

Oh, didn't I mention my wedding

When friends'd celebrate with me?

Alas, that did not come to being

Why so? Ask that Am-ay cee cee

'They' said I was one who’d loiter

And nap to soothe my sleepy eye

So as to feel fresh to reconnoitre

For a nice spot to takeoff and fly

In 7 months I was to have a baby

How proud I’d be as a new father

Waiting, thanks to Am-ay cee cee,

On the other side of the Styx river

‘They’ now add insults to injury

Claiming I had Triad association

A red herring to deflect query

Of my death and their connection

Just their leitmotif, it's not new

Unbridled power, their slogan

Unaccountability is their cue

Don’t believe me? Ask Kugan

Did you see the tears of my father

And also those of my bride to be

They both seek a simple answer

From a very silent Am-ay cee cee

Part II (The Murderer)

He was the one who hung me just by my belt

In death-defying position outside the window.

Shit happened, belt broke, thus I was dealt

Horrifying death in a plunge towards below.

Act of unforgivable criminality he was guilty,

Murdering me ‘coz of his callous arrogance

Using fabricated pretext of interviewing me.

Denied me basic rights to smash my resistance

Deceitfully absent during police check of DNA

Instructing his prints on window be wiped clean

Nothing in the office of Am-ay-cee-cee to say

He was present there at floor number fourteen

All subterfuge will not my red blood wiped off

Staining his two evil hands that had slain me

His Maker will not permit him excuses to doff

Injustice he committed, & acquitted it shall be

Moved away he has, but we know who he is

Related: I work for the rights of the dead