FIRST STONE

Every left step, seven stones follow
I know love only in words
These feet of mine, cold and lonely
The only help is to descension
I look around and only fingers I see
Only pointing and judging never aiding
The pots are never slow to strike
With their idle and unholy stones
To climb the ladder they impede me
In my nose diving they will judge
My sin is not any of the 10th
Guilty of breaking the 11th am I
When finally my 11th glass is broken
They will pay my fare to face the judge  
They long to see the noose embrace my neck
See me return this oxygen to him
His verdict His verdict His verdict
My sentence is THE FIRST STONE
But who is there to cast it?
No! their broken glasses will not let them