Gambling Poem by Noel Tupan

The game of chance
is an enticement
that human
could hardly resist.

Like a pleasurable thing
that gives satisfaction
to the human flesh.

Like a mistress
who seductively moves,
capturing the eyes
of her lover.

Like flowers and chocolates
that melt
a woman’s heart.

Like a delicious meal
laid on the table
and gluttons could not
withstand to taste.

Like a pretty woman
who gracefully walks
and men could not resist on looking.

Like a forbidden drug
that irresistibly invites
the addictive mind
of a habitual individual.

For as long as there is poverty,
and equality is vague,
separating bronze from silver.

For as long as promises
are never fulfilled,
people will always hope
and persistently will bet.

(09/15/2013, Manila)