The Execution

Trepidation explodes into volcanic fear Takes off like wild fire burnt alive Rolls molten lava down the mountain Butters the melted soul to silence Over run by soldiers out of control The covered dead fill in the valley Infantries spread to an infinity of hills A vacated image of a soldier in a mirror Once a spy or simply a humble man An ego reflected in repose in melancholy The war grows with the dead Executed by the military code Antagonisms exaggerated calm Line up the men one by one Place a cannon ball square right there ready Aim steady through the eyes between the ears Give a cigarette if they desire Fire!