You have a set piece
Of a set on a hill
Blasting the Redcoats
Four cannons will
Right on Knox Hill
In the Monmouth vicinity
Et cetera, &c.,
In The Modern day,
Take The Revolutionary Brass They Say,
Scale by 3 or 4, as tallness be,
Big weapon wheeled at three or four,
Wheels actually,
Like a gatling cannon drone gun, 12 to 18 feet tall,
Or thereabout,
Launches missiles of all kinds,
Shoots far, drives and finds,
Roaming in bands, of 100’s again,
Like electric EV and full diesel actually
The nuclear wires
The nuclear tires
Zero roentgens, they say
No more talking for the day,
Not at all
Cover the whole town
And it has a speaker and bass box found
That Makes Revolutionary tunes play
And the petit terror of the towns’ uproar,
If they want a deathmarch
They shall receive
Redcoat swine will believe
They can never win
Because that is true
Since time began
They are cast out again and again,
Do you understand,
That’s what happened last time,
And it will happen again,
ENHAKKORE 