Sharing its spotlight, if more
Garishly lit
Which podium, of propped up deeds
Enlightened, enriched man's needs
True heroes befit
The fool, too, must have his day!
And for sin alone
Be celebrated! Wake up!
Pillars, the west's prestige holds up
Hereround for shame groan.
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