Capitalism Capitalism burning bright
in the forests of the technological night
What hand built thee
what voyages expanded thy lair
what scientists spread thy minds horizon
Are they not your in carnations Oh God
The very hand that created the loving lamb
in woolly coat
made Capitalism to prey on the lambs
The putrefying limbs of the sacrificed lambs
are littered all over the globe
in the ghettos of Calcutta
or on the banks of Euphrates or Iang tse kiang
to memorize another Golgotha
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