A Woman, Taken In Adultery Poem by John F. McCullagh

A widow took a stranger to her bed.
This woman was denounced before the law.
She numbly stood and heard her sentence read.
Though I suspect she knew her fate before.

She knelt, silent, in the center of the square.
No neighbor wished to be the first to stone.
At length, the foreign fighters of Isis
grabbed some rocks and drove the lesson home.

The body, dressed in black, was dragged away.
a streak of red remained the only sign
of the price the law had made a woman pay
for the fleeting pleasure of a lover's arms.

But what of he who joined her in her sin?
He did not share her fate who shared her bed-
a "cooperating witness" for the law.
Strangely just the women wind up dead.