Execution by Firing Squad
The cry of "Shoot me!" rang through the air
A fair haired man lay his breast bare
But then another man rose from his chair
And the two men stood in the carbine's glare.
Few words passed between their lips
But these two men had sailed their ships
One silently cried "I was not meant to grow old and die!"
The other answered "For the future! is our cry."
The execution was planned and the targets now set
"Two in one shot," the second man did bet
"If you will allow it and let me lie
Into eternity, my brother, at your side."
A smile crept over the fair man's lips
The skeptic before him had finally come to grips
This was for the future as she rose
Tomorrow was beginning, yesterday at a close.
The smile, however, was never completed
For this execution had stolen, had cheated
From the skeptic and the man of fair hair
The knowledge that a peace was there.
For, four years prior to the events unfolded
A man had begun a group that was molded
To ideas of change and to the abased
Something rotten in Denmark had to change fast.
The people were starving in gastronomic proportion
The wars of the past did not help the solution
But the king was unwilling to hear their cries below him
So something had to be done to settle this din.
The group of ten assembled each week
Students and workers a round a table did seat
They called themselves Les Amis De L'ABC
A play on words that said all they wished to say.
The fair haired man was elected their leader
A wealthy heir who cared for the bottom feeder
His name has been lost, but never forgotten
The others praised him and his spot was not boughten.
Eight that followed each had their highlights
But, as everything, they were left out of the limelights
The nineth, however, was something much more
A drunk, and a skeptic, and a bit of a bore.
When faced one on one, the disputes grew wild
But the skeptic laughed, just like a child
Couldn't the leader see all that was lain out?
Progress and radical change could not just come about.
So four years of this argument persisted on
The zenth came, but now it is gone.
The Amis of the abased now all lay dead in the street.
The fair haired man executed with the skeptic slain at his feet.
The date is June sixth, eighteen thirty two
A barricade raged, but fell as most do
Hours ago gun fighting filled the streets
But now nothing is left, no hearts to beat.
The cry of "Shoot me!" rang through the air
A fair haired man lay his breast bare
But then another man rose from his chair
And the two men stood in the carbine's glare.
Few words passed between their lips
But these two men had sailed their ships
One silently cried "I was not meant to grow old and die!"
The other answered "For the future! is our cry."
The execution was planned and the targets now set
"Two in one shot," the second man did bet
"If you will allow it and let me lie
Into eternity, my brother, at your side."
A smile crept over the fair man's lips
The skeptic before him had finally come to grips
This was for the future as she rose
Tomorrow was beginning, yesterday at a close.
The smile, however, was never completed
For this execution had stolen, had cheated
From the skeptic and the man of fair hair
The knowledge that a peace was there.
For, four years prior to the events unfolded
A man had begun a group that was molded
To ideas of change and to the abased
Something rotten in Denmark had to change fast.
The people were starving in gastronomic proportion
The wars of the past did not help the solution
But the king was unwilling to hear their cries below him
So something had to be done to settle this din.
The group of ten assembled each week
Students and workers a round a table did seat
They called themselves Les Amis De L'ABC
A play on words that said all they wished to say.
The fair haired man was elected their leader
A wealthy heir who cared for the bottom feeder
His name has been lost, but never forgotten
The others praised him and his spot was not boughten.
Eight that followed each had their highlights
But, as everything, they were left out of the limelights
The nineth, however, was something much more
A drunk, and a skeptic, and a bit of a bore.
When faced one on one, the disputes grew wild
But the skeptic laughed, just like a child
Couldn't the leader see all that was lain out?
Progress and radical change could not just come about.
So four years of this argument persisted on
The zenth came, but now it is gone.
The Amis of the abased now all lay dead in the street.
The fair haired man executed with the skeptic slain at his feet.
The date is June sixth, eighteen thirty two
A barricade raged, but fell as most do
Hours ago gun fighting filled the streets
But now nothing is left, no hearts to beat.