For’tuna and Kairos

How many have been wasted by thee?
Men, who made thee the goddess?
Women, who abandoning home throw their lot?
For, aren’t thou just a lot, thrown?
Thou art without justice, or the scales.
Thou dost not weigh the balance,
And give fortune to the good.
Thou distribute, like a lot,
Thy blessings. Men, wary, seek thee
And search for thy brother Kairos;
And in Kairos they await for thy German love.
Worshiping Kairos and For’tuna
The two lovers---and seizing upon
They take For’tuna as their bride.
Yet, how many souls are wasted
Never seeing Kairos, never being blessed
By the lottery of For’tuna?
Whom, their unholy romance brings with it
The savors of purple silk and crimson velvet.
The savors of a dozen spices in every pot;
The fat of a roasted suckling and corn
Never lacking. And the man who gains
For’tuna as his bride, the man who captured
Kairos, that man grows ever so cold
And he ends up in hell. For he says,
“Jehovah has so blessed me with wealth,
“And these miserable lot of fools
“Do not work, and are lazy.
“That is why they do not obtain wealth and favor.”
However, it is the lot which brings man
His state in life, and nothing more.
If one man is born into a kingdom with guns
And another man into a kingdom with swords;
When they war, the former kingdom shall always win.
If one man is born into a kingdom with wealth
And another man is born into a kingdom with dearth
It is For’tuna and Kairos who reign over them.

However, a sturdy hand which sets upon the plough
Shall never lack bread, water or any good thing
No matter aught the kingdom he has been born into.
Whether slave or free, the man who quietly works
Upon his labors shall have continual feasts.