No Rest For The Dead

"Fetch your battalions, open your war chests. Run the railroads, make your address. Protest for the fallen, make them confess. Caress her broken head in your arms; kill at their behest. Let the streets run red. It is not your deathbed yet. Let's not die now, for there is no rest for the dead." (Or, the makings of a revolution, from the perspectives of 13 individuals.)