Is it possible for a land to dream Of Harakiri. Gouts of screams and tears abound Self-destruction is such a sweet sound Particularly when told from afar By those so clearly in the know. But is that the truth, what we are told? Does this land dream of a death all of its own? Or perhaps tales of its expiry are greatly exaggerated For profit and shock. Could this be true, that they are lying to you? Or does Peckham wish to fall on its sword?
Perhaps once, in the span of three days Did this land wish to see itself burn, To see itself consumed in the fires of greed, Of hatred, Of ignorance. Tell me, is that all that this land has to offer? Will it willingly trudge to such a dishonourable demise? Or will it rise And show those in the know That in truth Peckham dreams of a fate more honourable than Harakiri.