Sun of profit shines,
Burns the worker’s head.
A man with a hat stands behind
The office’s window.
His big eyes on each drop of the worker’ sweat.
Cashes in on the drops
To gain wealth.

One struggles for day bread.
The other for day fortune.
One at the top.
The other in the bottom.
One works.
The other counts.
A huge gap separates them,
Creates two radical worlds.

worlds’ tragics of laissez faire State:
Laissez faire of crashing the poor.
Laissez faire of enlarging the gap.
Laissez faire of brutal profit.
Laissez faire of inhumanism
Of so called capitalism.

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