Buddy Holly
The day the music died. No, just a piece of my heart.
No new words sung, new sounds heard, new beats felt from the young man just 30 miles away. Buddy Holly was gone, a legend lost in the snow, leaving the cold Crickets to chirp in the grieving silence.
Modern Gladiators
The pep song richoched off the soaring ceiling in the high school gym as cheering students welcomed the hero football players hoping for a victory that night. They appeared as gladiators, grim, stoic, resolute. They were mere children worshiped for donning a uniform, thinking their efforts were meaningful and important.
that little voice 
Really good, Margo. Both of them.
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We set people up on plinths and worship them. Then we delight in knocking some of them off!
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It is a phenomenon of our desire for heroes and our jealousy of them.
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