At 10, I met our neighbor <br />She works for the Customs <br />She takes home the finest forfeitures <br />Oh how proud she is of her collections <br /> <br />In school I may be the smartest <br />But the other girl got the credits <br />Her daddy paid off the principal <br />For her to become the valedictorian <br /> <br />This is how the society works <br />You can buy their souls <br />It may not cost 30 silver <br />With more you can have it all <br /> <br />The lunch someone bought you <br />The gifts you have received <br />You think it is you they like <br />Or the services for the bribe <br /> <br />At the DMV I walked in <br />I could not find the line <br />I was asked to pay to see it <br />And every step to get a license <br /> <br />What makes you so hungry <br />Not the system or your shame <br />How much is your pride <br />To feel much so deprived <br /> <br />Look at all your victims <br />They are the needy and the weak <br />You are enjoying your silvers <br />While you laugh calling them stupid<br /><br />Kay Barcelon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-soul-for-30-silvers/
