A lucky ticket

Enthralled by the pulcrhitude
Of tumultuously clear intentions,
We keep observing the scene.

People stand, like in slow motion,
Sipping their champagne shyly
While precious things burn and spread
Waves of dark smog.

Who cares about the environment?
These are those very groups
Which would go miles to support
The nature's innate beauty,
Its strength and diversity.

They keep smiling as the fire by the mall
Slowly builds up,
Crawling like a spider.

All of them are much mire sober than they pretend to be,
However their responsibility, taking into account their minds,
Lies beyond the procedure.

If you only do your work in your working hours,
You receive less.

The arsonist might be religiously zealous,
And he had been standing behind the backs
Of honoured members of the society.

* About one fire at the mall courtyard which was almost not covered by the media. As far as I know, no one was killed or injured but important documents concerning financial transactions and managerial activity seem to have been burnt with little to no recovery chances.