Thirty pieces of silver The reward for a betrayal How many would say no? Then hold their head high No suicide by hanging They have all they need Still most are betrayers We eat the forbidden fruit Feel how we are above it all We rejoice in glorious music Which frees our minds of guilt Deep within we all know We have failed to bear the weight of The cross that brought us salvation We ignore the hungry and thirsty Doing only the token giving We open our mouths in slander Without knowing the truth We sneer at the addicted Never extending a hand to help Yes, we are betrayers Our payment is pride and arrogance We forget those who need us Just because we think we are busy Do we think about the book of records Or pretend we are the chosen ones? Thirty pieces of silver Yes, we are the willing betrayers Stanski April 12, 2020 ^
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Steve Haarman 