Paid For a Purpose

Burgundy,orange and yellow, Were the colors of his flag, He flew it high mast, And fluttered it along, He was at the vanguard shouting hard, Rest of them followed, As if protesting fast, They were moving in mass, And were a source of trouble, The law was there, Soon enough one of them bellowed, Others rose the slogans, Their object pierced the sky, And let the immediate society in the know, Suddenly there was commotion at the back of procession, Soon melee broke out, Law turned active punishing, There was pell mell, Injured,crushed and hurt, They broke out in all directions in a spurt, In the dead of the evening, When the incident was gone, They had all gathered in party office, Man at the vanguard was sitting at the cash counter, Paying all of them off.