You and you and you were there.
They asked,
He who is without sin, cast the first stone,
And you weighted the stone within your grasp,
And looked towards the mirror image of yourself,
Dispassionately.
A neighbour has hung that sign around your neck,
Ugly, but ignorable.
It says 'killer'.
And the word is whispered in your mind,
As you pitch the stone,
Blinding he who sees not,
And it is you.
