There once were two lawmakers who scoffed,
At wagers on warsCut it off!
With a bill named BETS OFF,
They warned profits too soft,
When insiders could game from aloft.
They said betting on bombs and on fate,
Or assassins, or moves of the state,
Let the powerful few
Rig outcomes they knew
Turning tragedy into a rate.
On a platform where crypto bets gleam,
Some wagers looked more like a scheme,
On strikes yet to start,
Or unrest set apart
Suggesting inside-info streams.
With connections that raised some alarms,
And investments entwined in its arms,
They questioned the ties
Behind profit and prize,
When policy mingles with harms.
Said Murphy, Its ripe for abuse,
When the knower cant possibly lose
If you shape the event,
Then the wagers not bent,
Its corruption let loose with excuse.
And worse, he continued with dread,
When life, death, and morals are fed
Through a market of gain,
Where the ruthless obtain,
Then the nations own soul may be dead.
While Casar decried it and shouted,
This corruption must clearly be routed
For the rich and the strong
Have been cashing in wrong,
On outcomes they quietly scouted.
And others agreed in disgust,
That such markets betray public trust:
No one gambles on war,
Or on death at its core
Not with power and knowledge unjust.
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