Blind-Fold

A Firing squad loads magic bullets They aim rifles at the patriot on display A black robed judge stands between them Counting unfolded dollar bills in green The wall is full of so many empty holes Place your fingers in them for evidence Make a wish but make it quick The show is about to begin Justice is so righteous in the morning hours When men in pretty military uniforms are firing Smoke lifts with something so innocently forgotten What about a cigarette and blindfold for our friend? Any final requests before breakfast? No need to start again, there are no witnesses Ammo costs money and justice is swift Fingers get itchy at times like this