Steeling into the Night.

             (Sung to the tune of  

       “O Little Town of Bethlehem”)

 

      O little town of Bethlehem,

      How steel has let thee die!

      Above thy dark and jobless streets

      The Sands Hotel stands high;

         And in the gambling pits below

         The everlasting hope;

         That all those years of steep arrears

      Will be paid off by dopes.

 

 

         A gambling-based economy

      Though it may seem quite grand!

     Means freedom from morality

      And ethical demands.

      Great, fire-belching furnaces,

         These many years grown cold,

         May still await you in the end.

         Don’t say you weren’t told.