On Success and the Successful

(Please note that this is a work in progress. Of course given the nature and structure of this poem, I could theoretically have it go on forever.)

I'm here to write of fate and life,
My words I wish to be heard.
Success is what we all want,
What my country has told us to chase.

No ye not that it has a price?
One to be fully paid,
Whether through one's self,
Or through one's ilk and kin.

The gambler;
Who has paid with his free will.
His success is determined not by his skill,
But by the whims of Luck.

He throws himself at the hands of Fate,
Who toys with him like a kitten would with its prey.
He is tossed back and forth through fortune and hardship
Regardless of his worth.

Sooner or later Fate will do something,
Which the gambler cannot withstand,
And there he will die,
Slain by Luck's random hand.

The CEO:
A modern-day conqueror if there ever was one,
He pays with those who he treads upon,
And often does not care.

He creates a pile of corpses
Of those who he has betrayed,
And climbs upon those corpses,
To reach his self-imposed destiny.