JUDAS.
The Economics of Betrayal and The Immigrant Dream.

Introduction:
Immigration is often spoken of in numbers, statistics, and soundbites. Yet behind the debates lies a quieter truth. Entire industries survive because of the very people society labels as burdens. This poem explores that contradiction. It reflects on the irony of a system that profits from asylum seekers while condemning them, and on the betrayal that echoes through governments, corporations, and even within immigrant communities themselves. The title "Judas" becomes a symbol not just of one man’s betrayal but of a cycle repeated again and again in the shadows of modern economies.
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JUDAS.
I welcome you.
I thank you for your time.
Not many know
that they are the reason we are here,
that their bodies feed contracts,
their hunger makes industries bloom,
their very presence
is a feast for men who hide their gold
in banks beyond the sea.
Hotels once empty now breathe.
Caterers long starving now serve.
Merchants sell again,
but not to them,
to the keepers of contracts
who fatten themselves
while preaching scarcity.
And still the question is asked:
what contribution do these aliens make?
It is the wrong question.
Always the wrong direction.
The loudest voices
clutch the richest purses.
They cry for deportation,
while their ledgers are inked
with the labor of the very ones
they cast out.
Still they come.
By boat. By plane. By road.
Chasing a green field,
a promise whispered,
a life not yet lived.
But the grass is not grass.
The carpet is painted,
its green is regret,
its threads woven with silence.
And when the silence grows heavy,
they too may sell their own.
One brother against another.
One sister betraying sister.
Survival becomes a marketplace
where loyalty is bartered away.
Judas was not only a man.
He is a system.
He is a contract signed in shadows.
He is a bargain struck in silver.
He is the lie that keeps them coming,
the silence that keeps them here,
the betrayal that keeps them bound.
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Poet’s Notes.
This poem reflects the contradictions of immigration debates. It speaks to the irony that asylum seekers and immigrants are called non-contributors even while their presence sustains parts of a failing economy. Entire industries including catering, hotels, and welfare administration benefit from their existence.
The title "Judas" is chosen carefully. Judas, remembered for betrayal, is not just a figure from the Bible but a symbol of systems that thrive on double-dealing. The betrayal here is layered: governments profiting while condemning, contractors gaining wealth while demanding deportation, and even the painful reality of immigrants themselves sometimes betraying one another under survival pressures.
The painted carpet is a metaphor for the illusion of prosperity. Immigrants are drawn in by the image of a better life, but once inside, the cost of that illusion becomes clear: regret, silence, and in some cases, complicity in the very betrayal that ensnared them.
The closing lines expand Judas into more than a man. He becomes the system itself, a machinery of betrayal fueled by profit and silence.
About the Creator
Cathy (Christine Acheini) Ben-Ameh.
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⭐Shortlisted on The Creative Future Writers Awards 2025.
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Comments (5)
Oh wow, this was so deep and had so much of truth to it!
Very well written. Great observations. I have a lot of strong feelings about our broken immigration system. The thing that bothers me most is how we've created a system that allows evil men to prey on and exploit immigrants. The lucky ones just suffer from being underpaid and overworked. But there's so many that get trapped in sex trafficking. And then there are the terrible stories of truckloads of immigrants being left to die, trapped in a sweltering semi-truck in the middle of the desert. None of them are statistics. They are someone's son, someone's sister, someone's one true love. They each matter and each loss should bring us all to tears.
Beautifully written, Cathy. You speak miles of truth here. It brought tears to my eyes.
So much truth surrounded by disturbing reality. Great work, Cathy! And I loved the A/N on how the name for this poem was chosen. It shows how you can see the connectiveness of things.
Brilliant, astute observations. Excellent work Cathy!