A tale not for me to recount. Even coloured by another’s lens, sifting through emotional outbursts, left behind is a load of matter significant in its non-usable form.
Disappointment, a word too light to encompass the sense of betrayal and failure of duty.
Anger, too strong, implying high expectations and previously imagined impressions crushed.
Pity, certainly, that such low characters could be found in such prominence, along with reinforced ideas and perceptions.
Stereotypes begin somewhere. Power play, a consequence of any community, however small.
