Peasants left their fields and hovels to conduct a march in remembrance of one of their own. A fallen hero birthed from their town who fought a war they did not ask for. They marched on the road out of their town wearing garb that reflected the fire of their anger that brewed within. Through the mountains and into the populous hub of the privileged.
A piano was installed in the plaza where a woman played a gentle yet solemn march that invoked nostalgia inset with a few fiery sections. Rallying cries of protestation resolutely instilled fear into the powerful.