The First Stone
Silence prevails
as earth drinks
from the chalice
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?
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