Poem: Murders Down a Mountain

Five men on a mountain, four men in a stream, 
three men on the road, and two not what they seem.
One man is left, but he'll not tell his tale. 

Five men sought wisdom, four men salvation, 
three men wanted direction; the two formed a nation. 
One man has left on a ship with blackened sail. 

One on the peak, one in the riverbed, 
one in a ditch, and one lost his head. 
One took a left to avoid a coming gale.