Capitalism
The 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 daily bread
The other for day fortune
One at the bottom of the pyramid
The other at the top
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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