I Im A Poet

The First Stone

Silence prevails
as earth drinks
from the challis
of the condemned
blood seeps
into the ground

A bruised face holds
evidence of violent force
dull unseeing eyes
turned to heaven
as if beseeching
an answer to
why?

Are we so righteous
have we no sins
to temptations don't we fall
so how can we justify
and condemn
who among us has the right

To cast the first stone