Your tie matches the color of destruction.
You've got not only blood on your collar, but ash and soot.
Tears line your cheeks, but the same cannot be said for those who once answered to you.
Your story will be told, and people are relieved that you survived.
Until they find out it was you.
You, who cared too little to avoid cutting corners.
Instead, you opted to destroy families and live life a hated man.
Up in flames went your business and your credibility,
And the debris floated away in fiery masses on the surface of the evening ocean.
None of the survivors will ever look you in the eye again;
Not even when they condemn you in front of twelve troubled jurors.
You will feel their detestation from across the room,
But at least this you earned.