The dank presence of gunpowder fills their lungs.
Settling smoke distorts their view.
5th November 1605 – a night like any other.
If only this were really true.
Traders to country, traitors to crown.
The Gunpowder Plot,
Dismembered, put down.
Destructive paths each had chosen,
Treasonous, treacherous.
Yet failed to make any explosion.
Remember, remember,
The 5th of November.
A night to celebrate failure.
For to do evil on another man.
Will result in evil brought to the deliverer.
The Neon Squid 