PECKHAM

Harakiri

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.