Roughly
A pyramid’s paramount peak, then bog bottom The vice of success, and the virtue of failure The road to profit, the clamp on poverty The siphon of intervention, jus laissez faire And paradoxically the clan of industrialists Playing in private vaults, tossing lucre Until legislators, god’s sidemen Who looked upon Adam Smith and decided They should succour regulation Yet Marxist’s reckon Bad behaviour, scurrilous cruelty In factories, mines, the office floor Creates alienation and dilatants And victim’s of erratic markets Capitalism cannot control. Lo a struggling moral system working itself out No coincidence, the rise of sanatoriums Suffering is the pathway to heaven The Protestant work ethic Calvin tells of Work hard, one might have it Infuse the virtues of industry and sacrifice The greater good will benefit, the church first And soon, in all of society, commerce it’s rapture Enigmatic on a purer pedestal The ring of ...