A Gambling Nation

That rudder, discontent, fouls us with prey and snarls its union, gratitude, with stray and so a Nation two-ply in convey does over burden choice, with fools own play! How deep the lesson, struggle costs relay and pulls the vessel downward as to fray. We cannot move the helm, can't turn to bay, the cargo undermining hedges stay ~ So gaming kills the soul . . . by its parlay, and gambling 'tis of thee becomes obey!