The Great Game
In the Great
Game every player’s a dealer,
All
shuffling the pack and palming a few,
Each card-sharp
coldly determined to screw
The others
and become the scene stealer,
The one who
will gamble all he has got,
By raising
the stakes again and again
Until others
throw in their hands, and then
Laugh in
their faces as he scoops the pot.
Very few
play, but everyone loses
For as long
as we allow this charade:
The name of
the game? International trade.
Unless the
great majority chooses
To close
capital’s casino, and regard
The world
improved without any Trump card.
D. A.
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