Poem By jerry hughes
Handcuffed, manacled and blindfolded
he stood before a firing squad,
awaiting the prescribed military execution.
A colour sergeant, inappropriately named asked:
'Do you have anything to say before the sentence
of the tribunal is carried out? '
Breaker Morant replied, 'Shoot straight you bastards.'
Addendum: Morant requested his blindfold be removed,