Another dawn moment
Another dawn crime
Another act of violence
In a violent desperate time.
The firing squad paraded
On the barren ground
Every rifle charged but
One with a blank round.
They carried out the victim
Tied him to a chair
Filled full of whiskey
Just to get him there.
As one the rifles fired
On the officer's shout
And then the firing squad
Marched off and fallen out.
Through each mind
A single thought was drilling
Pleas God I had the blank
So I didn't do this killing.
No such hope for the officer
Who, with strained white face,
Had with single revolver shot
Performed the Coup de Grace
Another dawn moment
In a violent desperate time.
Another act of violence
Another dawn crime
No attempt at understanding
No attempt at any care
It should have been Kitchener
Tied to that chair
