30 Silver Coins
someone who knows every thing
betrays for nothing thirty
silver coins
we wouldnt know the saviour if
he messed up they branded
a hero a betrayer split his
bowels
thirty silver coins
aberration of the potter
three legged chair weeping
made out of the ancient cross
thirty silver coins
dark coffee and caramel
coasting in the round
table sodero meal pass
lonely girl reading free verses
train of thoughts pass by whistling
thirty silver coins
Copyright © Francis Osho | Year Posted 2016
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