Y11 D300

The revolution came
but not with a bang, only a weak whisper
the people afraid accepted whatever they were told
'Stay inside! Stay away! It's for your own good'
But while they were cowering, others had plans
They laughed behind closed doors and said
'Now's the time for us to do what we want!'
So they plotted and schemed and told the people
'It's for your own good we must have control! We must stop the enemy! We must have power to help you!'
And the people who were afraid saw saviours not devils.
'But we are hungry and there is no food.' they cried
And the rich threw crumbs out the windows from between the bars and proclaimed
'Are we not good? We share with you our scraps so you can eat!'
The people rejoiced to have the scraps because this must be all there is they thought
'No one would hoard or keep the basics from us in these trying times,  that would be insane. No human is that cruel'
But what they didn't know was that these weren't humans.
And after throwing the scraps the demons laughed mightily.
And they hid not in the shadows anymore.
They laughed in the bright light and plain view.
They prayed to Bacchus as they drank their wine
and the Old Gods as they ate at their tables laid out with delacies.
For they cared not what they people thought any more.
The revolution had come.
And we lost.