Insulated Bliss

I suppose I should be grateful…

To ease their backbreaking burdens
of my pain and lowly sufferings—
I will pay influential billionaires
a share of my meager income
where guilt from my thirty pieces
of silver mined beneath my sweats
only haunt me in echoes of ignorance
making it so much easier for them
to place my family and my future
into insulated realms of distant bliss
for these lesser gods of monied moan
I will readily sacrifice my insurance
my health and my family’s sanctuary—

…but as you suppose—I am not!