[Verse 1]
In the darkness of the stars, with a hallowed legacy,
They sought to soar on fabled wings, and claim some clarity.
But one by one, they crashed and burned, the visions came undone,
Discovery, Picard, and more—where’s the glory that we’d sung?  
[Chorus]
Fired! From Canon! We lament and weep,
They took our dreams and butchered them, so shallow, lost, and cheap.
With virtue signals blinding like a phaser’s cutting light,
We’re left to ponder cosmos lost, in the depths of starry night.  
[Verse 2]
Oh, the characters parade, with agendas on stage,
Breaking walls with every line, they shout while we all rage,
Their actions lack the depth of stars, each arc is wrought with pain,
We’ve wandered far from what was life—now, it’s just a drain.  
[Pre-Chorus]
Acting lost in treacle thick, emotions carved in stone,
The crew was once a family, but now, they’re all alone.
Where’s Kirk with his courage, and Spock’s mind so keen?
Instead, we’re left with hollow lines that claw at what had been.  
[Chorus]
Fired! From Canon! Echoes through the void,
As writers wrestle with their muse, yet leave us all annoyed.
With dancing, singing Klingons, a spectacle absurd,
We cry for truth in aftermath, for honor’s all but blurred.  
[Bridge]
Strange New Worlds, a mocking jest, they twist the tales we loved,
Undermined by careless quills, no wisdom ungloved.
Butchered characters mocking call ring like phantoms in the hall,
We yearn for Trek's foundation, not the chaos they've installed.  
[Verse 3]
And then a flicker forth they brought, “Section 31” they said,
Dreams of spies nought but lies so all the viewers fled
A film so loosely sewn together, no plot to call its own,
It’s a tomb for legacy, where true Trek’s overthrown.  
[Chorus]
Fired! From Canon! We bid a fierce goodbye,
To stories filled with passion, where the hearts of trekkers fly.
Fired! From Canon! No one wants anymore,
A universe of blunder waits beyond the endless shore.
For we can always find it, on the bargain basement floor.