There is a malignant tumor,
Growing fast...
Right under,
Those standards we qualify...
And regard,
As valued.
And radiating it with interest,
Seems out of date.
But hopefully,
It is not too late...
To cure ourselves soon.
And quick...
Before it ruins any renovation,
Begun on a foundation claimed...
As treasured!
And needing all minds,
To assist with its restoration.
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