Let the stones fly

Come now, my brothers 

my sisters, my friends. It is so easy
to pick up the first stone and cast it. 
To declare proud and righteous, hand 
on heart, that you have never been

tempted – standing before a crowd, 
a host of cameras, with all the eyes 
of the world upon you – to give one 
exuberant Nazi salute. Follow it with 

another. It’s an easy mistake to make, 
a sweet seduction anyone could fall 
prey to. In the words of the book, let 
him/her/they who is without sin, cast 

that first stone. And then – brothers,
sisters, friends – then, when you have
got your eye in, be sure to cast it good
and hard. Hard and true. Again and often.

© Steve Pottinger 21 Jan 2025