Hanged, drawn and quartered

“Remember, remember the fifth of November,

The gunpowder, treason and plot,

I know of no reason

Why the gunpowder treason

Should ever be forgot.”

I should write something deep here but nothing really comes to mind. I'd love to say something meaningful, something that would match the words above, but I'm no magician. At such an hour these came to mind and here they are.
The mob. The wave. The ones that judge without knowing, thinking or caring.