The Firing Squad becomes a Firing Squad.

This is my first day on the job and I’m started to regret it

I mean, this guy, what did he do, but stand up for his rights?

That’s a lot more than I can say, my whole existence has been pathetic.

My brother told me to join this and I’m not the one to put up a fight.

I thought that holding this gun would be cool, I’d have so much power,

Thought it would be an honor to carry out my duty: inflict judgment.

But I am supposed to perform efficiently with no care for who I shower

with bullets and pain— I pull this trigger and it stains those who disagree with the government.

We’ve locked, we’ve loaded, and soon we will be given the signal to fire

But I look in this guy’s eyes before he’s blindfolded and I realize that I know him

That’s Joe from high school, and I’m about to send him into the pyre

Without a care for his soul, without thinking of his family, without emotion.

Wait, this can’t be right, I will not take his life

He believes what I believes, yet he’s the one who spoke his mind.

And I’m the coward with this killing machine, about to widow his wife

No. I anticipate the final order and use this tool to eliminate everyone else in my line.