You have yours ready, 

You just want to throw 

There is your target, 

Someone you don’t even know. 

You pick up a smooth one, 

Rub it for a while. 

You ponder your thoughts, 

Then let it go with a smile. 

What was their life like, 

This person you maimed? 

Did you find out prior, 

Before taking your aim? 

Or were you to concerned, 

About hitting your mark? 

You just aimed those stones, 

Hoping one would spark. 

That person you battered, 

With your sticks and stones. 

They were already broken, 

You should have left them alone. 

What they needed was love, 

A kind word or a friend. 

You were too intent to judge. 

And provide them with an end. 

So, now the battle is over, 

But did you win the fight? 

The soul forever lost, 

You cast the first stone tonight. 

How does it feel, 

For you to be that one? 

The person He spoke of, 

When judgement was done? 

©️2024 Marsha L. Brown