The Checkerboard Gambler's Lament

Red ants scuttle across the sand, each, his purpose known, all aware of what they must do - they don't need to be shown. Black ants, likewise, know their duties, according to their ranks, all performing flawlessly - you can take that to the bank. Yet, the cards that passed through my hand, colored black and red, played themselves, most randomly - and I've lost all I had.