Punished, taken from protective law’s arms, For speaking to save one’s own worthless hide, Surrendering old friends, buried in tide.

Digging the hole on beach by abandoned farms,

Begging for forgiveness, enemies snide,

Waiting for the overthrow of tide’s calms, Shivering at gunpoint, nowhere to hide.

Forced into the wide hole, no more alarms, Nonchalantly taking them for a ride,

Sand thrown down fast, filling from the inside. Waves wash in instigating the cruel harms,

Choking, smothering his worthless, fake hide, And there in his hole, he drowns in the tide.