Master Crafter Of Disaster Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

A master crafter of disaster.
One who sits and permitted to destroy.
Observed and watched and also heard,
To admit a doing of misfit deeds.
Done to leave once respected officials,
Openly having themselves reflect...
Lawless criminals and thieves.
Yet...
They maybe the only ones left protecting,
What remains to perceive...
A way of life,
Not known to be revealed...
Sold to the highest bidder.
Done to do by one who sits.
Dangling distractions.
With a self serving need to entertain,
The selling of an image.
Regardless if the success of it,
Evades trust for lust to greed.