An Elegy on American Capitalism

Let us call it off,
Let us cry hoarse,
Let us shout wild,
Let us yell loud,
Let us wail  bitter,
Capitalism  dead..

As we created unsound dogmas,
As we manipulated unreal destinies,
As we manouvered indistinct pranks,
As we moulded incorrigible precincts,
As we amassed horrible wealth.
Capitalism died


If not for our greed,
If not for our treachery,
If not for our  dishonesty,
If not for our arrogance,
If not for our insincerity,
Capitalism  would be alive.



Mourn the goodness,
Mourn the plenty,
Mourn the greatness,
Mourn the prosperity,
Mourn the democracy
Mourn the capitalism