I found myself, in one of those idle moments, raging at one public figure or another; wishing "justice" upon them. But vengeance justice is a toxic balm, a soothing destroyer of life and liberty.
What could be more explicitly about public vengeance than a stoning? The ritual of public condemnation never died, it just evolved. Now, with the effortless press of a button, we can join a mob, turning our words and posts into the very stones that once flew. It’s a collective act of moral indignation, and we each get the righteous rush of being the one throwing.
It’s more fun to cast stones than dodge them.
The purest hand, the righteous mind,
A moral law for all to find.
The truth is what the self defined,
And others must be left behind.
A virtue forged, a will designed,
To leave a lesser soul maligned.
The stone becomes a selfish plea,
A mirror for the self to see.
A declaration, bold and free,
Of what one’s own soul ought to be.
The blame cast out is the decree,
That makes the caster purely free.
The righteous wrath, a private gain,
A self-made shield against the stain.
The moral high ground, held in rain,
On those who bear the public pain.
A claim to be without the strain,
As others drown within their pain.
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