An hundred thousand cults in bold operation
Idols wheeled out at allotted times, of triumph or strife, to approbation
The Nations’ Leaders today were addressed,
None present there represented the masses, it must be stressed,
By a strange shady figure, well-dressed, called the Sheikh.
Shaking with ecstasy, he glowed like a glitterball as lakes of light
Alighted or enlighted his sequins
As he turned and twisted, a tryst-dancer’s sequence
His flowing robes were ornately inscribed, prided with gold flakes
With gem-eyed snakes and fire-snotting drakes.
Alchemisland 
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