No Kings No Clue

A mercy mirror in grayscale. Echo March (No King, No Clue) stages the choreography of confusion—empty mic stands, shiny placards, and protestors who don’t know why they’re marching. Set in a fog-drenched city with maple leaves drifting across the skyline, this satirical ballroom anthem exposes the echo chamber of borrowed outrage and scripted dissent. Canadians protest a foreign leader with pre-printed signs and no answers. The spotlight cuts through, but truth won’t ride on a rented groove.