Just Us in the Balance How many silver pieces Balance a cross-rod level To a living child? Who would sell their sons for money And exchange their girls for coins? What prices would we merit At the dawning of our lives If we had been spent merchandise? All that energy and vigour, All those clear and questioning brains Sold for profit: for whose gains? Once a master, stripped naked of clothes, Cheerfully redeemed a sickly baby With his own life.
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