Regret Does Not Begin

Regret does not begin to make things right.
Apologize, by all means, but don't think
That letter was much else but waste of ink
And want of understanding. Shed some light
On how the failure of your oversight
Resulted in catastrophe: the stink
Of negligence, corruption, and the wink
Of co-conspirators, deep moral blight.

The truth won't set you free, not any more.
Why do you think I sit here in this gloom?
Nobody ever wanted a new broom;
The old broom worked. But now the bedroom floor
Is filthy — and this pile behind the door?
These burning documents won't warm the room.