The Pharisees

The Pharisees

Whisked her by

Her feet

 

The Pharisees

Placed her at

The scaffold

 

The Pharisees

Made her stand

For her shame

 

The Pharisees

Drew in the 

Sand

 

The Pharisees

Crossed out

Their names

 

The Pharisees

Picked up

Their stones

 

The Pharisees

Shouted loudly,

Deafened ears

 

The Pharisees

Stoned her as

She prayed,

 

"Lord, don't hold

It against

The Pharisees."

This poem is about: 
Our world

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