Stones.
Who are we to cast the first lot?
Have we forgotten our beginnings?
Who we were?
What we are not?
Reach down and pick one up;
go ahead, cast the first stone.
Where has our forgiveness gone?
Only accusers stand alone!
A pack of badgers,
dodgers and the like;
we've simply forgotten
stumbling through life.
Dig deep within
while choking this down,
be my guest;
relieve that frown.
But, go on ahead if you must;
cast that first stone.
Are we really so perfect?
Only one may accuse these bones!
So once again go ahead
cast as many as you must;
we've become nothing more
than bones turning to dust..
But remember, a lot will be handed
for every stone that is tossed!
And who was the thrower anyway?
The accused or the lost?
A.o.R.
