Blazing trails of light sewn on skies,
As the coolness of night sets in,
Its picture perfect on the outside,
And inside, the Clowns are celebrating.
The return of a Hero,
As they take pride in his glory,
Claiming credits that'd never been sown,
As true talents bleed in foreign seas.
Do the Clowns dare look back on expenses,
Spent on purchasing dispassionate tools,
Only to have them sail home after wins,
As our own shining stars wade through pains.
On a beauteous night as such,
We hope they'd think,
We wish upon the overhead stars,
That Beliefs supercede what's bought.
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