The Roman Soldier

The ground was dark and bloody, My hands held the hammer, I had only done my job. But was that right? He lay upon the wood in agony, No one cared, None helped, All watched. As he was lifted into place I felt nothing. I had done my job. But now I am less sure as I stand watch. He speaks. I can hardly hear the words. The sky darkens, The earth shakes, He has gone. But I only did my job. Didn't I?