Secular Games     

Who cares for truth? Who values honour now?

To make more money is what matters most.

The gamblers move on politics and throw

Their dice with Caesar. ‘Alea iacta est!’

And all are bribed, even the startled poor.

These worshippers of Mammon shame the saints.

Who would become a holy millionaire

Must neither eat nor sleep, and if he faints

On golf-course in pursuit of profit, his

Defaulted life must falter on. One comes

To hate this age of trash, whose annals are

Old cheque-books saved, whose merchant arts disguise

A world of cheats. Interminable sums

Are added up. And there is always war.