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 the cash register hails it

And then understanding

The hard worker understands

The factory mogul understands

Fair government understands

Capital from as far back as its history

Free trade, regulation and all of that

Its resilience assured.