All sight being monstrous
Through that darkened lens
Which gravely shows
Only what and who we can use
To angrily curse and cuss
Dwell in separate dens
Peace or war, casually propose
We ourselves, get to choose
Not every player wins and thus,
Some steal chips by twos and tens
Yet each heart clearly knows
There’s no good reason for any to lose
Copyright 2020
Magus
(Kevin Trent Boswell)