Satire Sunday: Sturgeon's Amended Law

At long last, there was but one thing to do:
Opinions were a currency to buy
But one thing, ere the century was through:
Sincerest hopes that one would quickly die,
In fire or hail of bullets, at the point
Of knife or sword -- the details mattered not --
Just that an avatar (yes, self-annoint)
Of righteousness should do it, on the spot.
Thus only when a person's final breath
Was drawn, and at the last beat of her heart,
Might she praise just one thing, just as her death
Was inescapable. One work of art
Per lifetime thus received critique -- and most
Went unregarded, each less than a ghost.