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