stripped down to a nakedness she's not the hands to cover
plundered by a lover
a rogue who's undercover
tarnished and possessed
in slavery undressed
taken to the gallows with a noose around her neck
the hanging will be public
her snap to death cathartic
and she'll be made a mockery in front of people manic
their illness like a flood
a passion for the blood
they stand and sink their feet into coagulated mud
she was just their silver
some money they could pilfer
pay their dues in stolen goods that they could not deliver
tactfully selected
made to feel accepted
then callously rejected
in treason's name erected