Caught in Adultery

But what did you write upon the ground?

And what did you think, as they stood around

Demanding her blood upon her hands;

She with the stigma, the prostitute brand.

Did you think of her frailty, of how she did wrong,

Of the unrighteous anger of the gathering throng;

And as you noticed the cant and hypocrisy there.

Did you weep at the lack of compassion and care?

Did you stoop down in anger or to cover your pain

For this world you’de created, now shrouded in shame?

Did you write words of wisdom, or just plain ‘forgive’,

As you forced them to leave and allow her to live.

And, did you realise, My lord, as she stood there alone,

That you, only you could have cast that first stone?

By Bill Thomas