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.