Last time when
they raised a revolution
for your father,
the head price
never got said.
They laid down their lives
for a word
that got ambushed halfway.
Now the flock
comes dear
each head wears a tag
word after word
gets said
all drop dead,
except the one
carrying the tune of the coin.
With your vote
they can bury brigades
and raise revolt at will.
Each one with a
price of its own
and a well-set
ambush time.
