Wake up! Rouse yourselves! 
Arise! Enemies within and without
have stirred up the hoi polloi, 
promising them wealth and power 
and a return to illusionary greatness. 
They rampage through our streets,  
opening our city gates to our enemies.  
Too late to go to the walls. 
Run to the Curia, surround the Senate, 
make your stand there. 

Say:

Citizens,

Those who cause this trouble 
do not love our great city. 
You are less than gnats to them.
They have no allegiance to country. 
The lust that unites them is their desire 
to own and control everything.
The banner they raise is green.
They worship an altar of gold. 
Their desire is to strip you 
of all your precious inheritance.
Can you not hear? 
Not that brittle cacophony! 
That is the impotent rage of their puppets 
rampaging through our streets. 
Not that white noise babble! 
That is the repetitious lying of the town criers,
mercenary, spineless lackeys 
supinely bowing to their masters. 
Not those well-oiled lies! 
That is the practiced deceit 
of the bought-and-paid-for politicians,
grifters with coiffed hair and tailored clothes.
Listen! 
Beneath is the silent salivation
of their lust for wealth and power. 
Gird yourselves. Be strong. 
Arm yourselves with all the laws of this city 
and the polity of your ancient ones.
Stand firm in their hope! 
The oligarchs are coming 
and their insatiable lust 
is for everything!