Judas- A Poem

JUDAS

There’s a Judas in your pocket
Cheap plastic dressed in gold
A fancy snare in your wallet
That robs till you are skint and old

Coiled up cobra in your pocket
Will pounce at each bargain
Buy now, good friend, and slave later
Brick by brick build up your mountain

At the sales will be a saviour
But cometh the judge, cometh the traitor
Betrays the secret spending
With statements so revealing

Curse the day you meet your Judas
He has a master, who is not you
Behold sharp scissors, slit its bowels
Kill that Judas and start anew.

Dr Wilson Orhiunu
(Babawilly)
June 2007