black eyed peas and olive trees haphazardlynmake their way over the barbed wirenthe sun beats down upon our townnthe red faced angry folk stomp all aroundnscreaming high demandsnsome with rifles in their handsnand one by one and two by twonthree by three then fournmake their way over the barbed wire singingnla,la,la,la,la,la,la………….nnone by one and two by twonthe great catapults are strainednand downward they descend upon our townnthere’s a billow of smokenit floats from the mountaintopsnthe cavalry now strainednflank single file linesnand storm like crazynbooms and slings “charge” the great general screams!n“everyone to his grave!”nor so the legend goes cause none were savednnone were savednnsinging la,la,la,la………