The Outcast's Crown — The Profit of War

Tomorrow, we vote where your children go. Five years ago. Kneel and hear your own betrayal. Before lies, let's count who profited from war.

Those numbers are not on trial. They are when your families took the money. Every truce lowered hunger. Your prices rose anyway.

My family never approved these payments. Then withdraw your vote and open your records. Then hear what your saviour sold. She warmed a beast's bed with our deaths!