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