Gambling the future stocks on war, leaving the solider wounded and poor,

Molded rooms and lives on hold, morning to noon, as each new night falls so does the ability to maintain these walls,

2 trillion dollars of new debt, lumbers toward the failed future of this bet,

Healthy, wealthy corporate, political america grows, all the while claiming to care about conditions of which none seem to know,

Failed future, failed bet, perhaps justice will come when all the swimming pools fill with sea water and their roof tops are wet.

Now that’s one future which is most certainly a sure bet, while placing the high stakes of trillions upon trillions to keep a mold for peace from being set.

©Bruce Larson*Moore
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