The last cigarette

A firing squad in front
Waiting for a command
Some lives are valued void
Just worth the bullets price

Someone lighted up
His last cigarette
A blindfold on his eyes
But everthing was clear

A lifetime left behind
And nowhere to go now
A thought – maybe the last
For she, the only one

Fingers looking for the trigger
A pearl of sweat falls down
The smell of burnt powder
A body falling on the ground.