In the ancient coliseum of life,
3,000 strong represented humanity,
To behold this man of accusation
And the woman, who did him a careless act.
"And what do you say on your behalf,
We know you speaketh lies", he accused,
"Ere before the first word is spoken.
Yet we goodly Christians will allow you to speak".
She spoke not a word, for she was wrong.
She was saddened she was caught,
Suffering embarrassment, with each pronouncement
From the skillful accuser, who judged her accordingly.
The visage of this Christian man was angry,
Yet more indignant, sporting the slightest of grins.
He had her cold, he knew it, she knew it
And so did those who witnessed her trial.
The accuser expressed no show of compassion,
Something Christians have learned to do without.
He then called for the first stone, which he believed was right,
To be placed within his hand of judgement.
"So let it be", the Christian advocate shouted,
While lifting his hand into the air.
"Your sins be upon YOUR head",
As his hand came down towards release.
But before the stone took flight,
3,000 stones found their mark,
Marking the accuser with cuts, rips and wounds;
His blood spilling into the dirt from whence he came.
The woman was set free to face another judgement,
At the time and place The True Judge had appointed.
And for this mighty man who name dropped God,
A huge pile of stones now stands as his monument.