Clink! Thirty silver pieces in his palm,
Judas betrayed Him with a kiss at night,
Regretted it, tossed back the coins–no balm–
Went forth confused, committed suicide.
Overlooked for promotion, snubbed and bruised,
Or so this brilliant general complained,
So he betrayed America for loot,
And his Boot Monument–it bears no name.
Her handler-driver was a Chinese spy
Who noted every mood, each word she said;
She talked about the nation’s secrets–
Lied to FBI, said she was no Red.
Some will betray their country; some, a friend:
Betrayers never come to a good end.