Integrity for sale to the highest bidder.
Turn the other cheek while extending the greedy palm.
Hypocrisy swept under the rug along with your dignity, dignity traded for thirty pieces of silver.
The clinking sound of silver coins, comforting at first, begin making a low buzzing hum
Growing louder like a stinging bug looking for a spot to bite.
Knowing that sting of poison will creep along your veins
To find your heart already dying, filled with fear and hate and a growing disdain.
Disdain for whom? You might well ask, and rightly you should wonder.
Where are you aiming that stink-eyed gaze of yours? Without? or Within?
You believe it is focused on those who have no rights, they shouldn’t even be here.
You soothe yourself with the self-righteous Politics of the day, the false rhetoric,
Convinced you are right and justified, but deep down you know it's not right.
Those pieces of silver you’ve got to hold on to, no matter the final cost,
And maybe a little too late you've realized the damage you have wrought,
Your heart, mind, and soul heavy and black weigh you down beyond belief.
Those pieces of silver now long gone and nothing to take their place,
You wonder if it was worth it, if not yet, someday you will wonder,
Was it worth the price for the mark on your soul, your peace of mind as guilt creeps in,
Your integrity no longer intact, and the loss of your dignity and self-worth.
Category: Poems