Swarming past the hordes of people
Waiting to gain entry.
Below the deck there was survival
You just had to make it past the sentry.
Handed him the flower he wanted
My absolute favorite, Hemlock.
Poison does a tasty trick
But is slower than using a rock.
Barter is my trick for this,
Money doesn’t bleed.
A life for a life is honorable
But not quite as desirable as a deed.
The masses left markers of loved ones
Their indignation was vital.
Yelling at the misfortune of death
We mumbled she felt entitled.