It's always angry little boys
who make the choices
in Turnip Town.
Focusing on what they're not,
fear and hate's all they got.
So, burn it all down?
The Flaming Phoenix Rises from the Ashes Once Again My Word!
What did they do to that poor bird?
Its distended neck throbs, sickly and withered.
Congested Heart beating an arrhythmic dirge.
"FREEEDOMMMM" it ekes out,
but the cry is pinched at the end,
squealing like a sad balloon.
"GLOOORRRRYYY" it begs,
like a whining siren,
but no one can look it in the eye anymore.
Say, phoenix, maybe you should take a break.
Maybe this cry for glory is why you keep bursting into flames.
And each time you burn,
you do not return
stronger.
Everything you take
with you
stays dead.