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!
Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2008
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