A verse from W H Auden...The Shield of Achilles.
Describing a hot, dusty Spanish square folowing a firing squad......
A ragged urchin, aimless and alone,
loitered about that vacancy.
A bird flew up to safety from his well aimed stone.
That girls are raped, that two boys knife a third
were axioms to him, who'd never heard
of any place where promises were kept,
or one could weep.....because another wept.
Ted
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