Hangman's Dinner
ghostly pallor on his calloused skin,
a twinge of guilt for a tinge of sin?
taking a man's life away again,
may the hangman's conscience be in pain?
no, to him it's just a job to do,
society's dregs must pay their due,
guilty, innocent, it matters not,
he just obeys those who call the shot;
and tonight he'll have sumptuous dinner,
grateful folks treat him like a winner,
like royalty, not a commoner,
a toast to the executioner !
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