Stoned To Death Judged Souls Poem by Terence George Craddock

God in praise spoke the beloved words
my faithful and discreet slave to his
trusty loyal servant but I am not discreet!

I take the bloodied stones cast
to stone to death judged souls;
lay them upon their pitiful sand

scraped graves, so wild beasts
will not consume their ripped blood
bathed bodies, I weep dry tears

upon dust, this their cruel judgement
burial ground; for were they not
created in divine, holy image of Allah?


Copyright © Terence George Craddock