March of the Red Pants Brigade

Six rabbits walking side by side,

Chests high, hearts full of pride,

Jackets, filled to the brim inside,

With carbines and Uzis, and some cyanide.

To stick to the schedule they take the train,

The hour-long journey - always a pain,

Soon will they start this unholy campaign,

As one breaks out in brassy refrain:

"Six rabbits are we, out after glory,

Looking out to make our very own story,

A half dozen recruits, all white and fluffy,

To show the world a memento mori."

Now did they arrive at a station gigantic,

Pedestrians aloof, bustling frantic,

Rabbit One announced, "Listen up fellow manics,

For 'tis time to set up a panic!"

The jackets were thrown, the weapons brandished,

The air was set afire with bullets lavished,

Rabbit Two calls out to those visibly anguished,

"All hear, thee knaves! We declare thee vanquished!"

Now for R Four's chance to speak,

"Us rabbits you may think us lowly and weak,

Cuddly and cute, lacking physique,

But you have wronged us this last time, you sneaks!

For we refuse to eat any more of that disgusting leek!"

Hostages were rounded into a herd,

Of the men present, they chose roughly a third,

The rest, their protests to long cuddly ears unheard,

Silenced in a  quiet spot, and fed to the birds.

For the surviving victims, they had other plans,

All made to wear some ghastly red pants,

Stuffed in the nearby call-taxi minivans,

Fastrack never had such a large collection of fans.

Shipped off to the TV station, where R Six had gone ahead,

And neutralized any opposition by feeding them lead,

Shoved into the studio, where the news was being read,

"Showcase these embarrassments to the world!", he said.

The Six O'clock news that day was quite scary,

An entire nation, aghast at such fashion so dreary,

For each, in his own blood red ferrari,

Was a sight to see. Oh! How eerie!

Finally did number Five, as leader of the troupe,

Speak out on national telly, with a big whoop,

"Fear us, puny humans. We set up this coup,

And can take you all out with one fell swoop."

His bloodshot eyes raced across the screen as he continued on,

"Now you shall listen you us, all you hell spawn.

For years have we faced humiliation and defeat.

Are we meant to be cuddled? I think not, you pieces of meat!"

"Now be wary of us, we have the ultimate weapon,

These red pants, the devils do they beckon.

The source of your power is fashion, we reckon

With threat of these pants, your loyalties you will question."

"So submit to our will, we won't put you in a cage,

Like you did to us, we're much more like a sage,

Though opposing our faction will earn you our rage…"

That's when the SWAT team broke into the stage.

For the next ten minutes, on live TV was shown,

A gruesome firefight, the likes never known,

Smoke from all sides, as the usurpers lost their newfound throne,

A cuddly white rabbit corpse, across the screen was blown.

A week later, in the President's official address,

"Fear not, my people. The issue has been regressed,

The rabbits are now honored citizens, made into the noblesse,

But I'd caution you to watch out when you next see them nevertheless."