A tulip sowed onto the harsh ground
Awaits the weeds of the community
Suckling on its dew, defiling it all around
To live in this world, To face inhumanity

The miasma of lust and disownment
Suffocating and killing the tulip
Ravishing the flower to their heart's content
Cling to that small ray of light, oh tulip

Never let them hinder your growth
Soon you will be ready to bloom
And all those weeds you loathe
Will be brought to their doom