Ugly Attire

It's a cloth good people don't care to wear,
Which I call the mantle of pettiness,
And is never far from the bitter air
Of a bigot's unseemly sweatiness;
Too often mixed with a gunpowder smell
That suddenly shatters a peaceful scene
With a sulfurous suggestion of hell
Hanging over a floor's bloody new sheen.
It accommodates everyone's fit,
That sizzling cloak of hidden fury
Which seems to think only it has the grit
To be judge, executioner, and jury...
Sanctioned, by a web site that smolders,
Then draped...on reactionary shoulders!