Bamboozled No More! What Price for a Soul?

 

Who cares about what and whom?
People hide good will and respect.
I think there are days people hoard kindness.
Misers savor bits of respect to be dispensed
Under the most specific conditions
To be bartered as one would barter
For money, food, sex.

Kindness, faith, hope, are all dispensed
For people who have demonstrated
Their value on the open market.
In certain places, value is determined
By color of skin, size of body, speech,
Sex, age, ability/disability.

The list is so specific
It becomes unspecific.
The colors you wear are as important
As the color of your skin.
Blue uniforms are seen
As just another color
Designating gang affiliation
Because quiet as its kept,
Power is held in balance
By nothing more than a smirk.

Special occasions for special people
Who choose not to care
Unless there is a reason.
Values change on an open market.
Judas is a saint by comparison
In these modern times.

Children and adults
Will cast stones on a whim.
The law and the lawless shoot bullets
Randomly or with purpose
To settle scores, in the name of justice,
To balance demographics, whatever.

Your value is determined by strangers.
God is not consulted.
A soul can be purchased for an ounce
Of whatever is on the street
(Wall Street, any street USA)
Things outweigh people,
And justice is a word rarely said or heard.
Who knows? Who cares?

Few if any people pray to God.
The devil has more appeal.
Who wants to go to heaven
When hell has no restrictions?

Is anyone listening?
Does anyone care?

 

Janet Cormier is a painter, writes prose and poetry, and performs comedy. JC prefers different and original over pretty. She loves collecting stuff, but cleaning not so much. Janet also talks to strangers…a lot. Her column now appears weekly on Oddball Magazine.

 

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