/ http://www.slideshare.net/images/logo.gif / ºÝºÝߣShare feed for ºÝºÝߣshows by User: SteliosGewrgiou https://public.slidesharecdn.com/v2/images/profile-picture.png The village square stands quiet The curfew still enforced The streets are even clear of dogs and whores Like some evil bird-of-prey The scaffold spreads its wings The people build their fires and bolt their doors The mayor is giving dinner to the officers’ wives His eldest son is learning how to fawn The barrick block is hushed and tense The soldiers drawing lots Who will be the hangman in the dawn? The lot falls on a young man Who has served for but a year His home is in the village close nearby He shivers at the thought of what He’s forced to do next day He wonders who it is who has to die? And the full moon casts a cold light On the gloomy pri