TO CAST THE FIRST STONE

From you I reaped stones of scorn
No one is perfect, least of all myself
Therefore, against others
Who am I to cast the first stone?

But it became easy for you
To float into the realm of verdicts
And gather stones of scorn
Trivia became true relevance
So much as sunset is to the blind

Your words flowed like cold water on my spine
Discharging gossip and torrents of supposition
Biased, critical, negative, condemning
You zoomed into my letterbox for more

Poised by the window of my world
I could not sentry out your allegations
If words were of colour, yours would be black
Because I reaped stones of scorn from you

Your words are like  sharpened blades
With which you stabbed me unarmed
But if you are untainted by sin
Then I will allow you to cast the first stone