Oh, John Galt… (Thank you, Ayn Rand, for creating your great hero)

Oh, John Galt, he was a master
With a master’s master plan;
He stood aside to let men go
While crazily they ran.

Oh, John Galt, he was an angel,
He gave men their desires,
And stood and watched while they leaped in
Their sacrificial fires.

Oh, John Galt, he was accepting,
And nothing did he do
When men betrayed each other
And cut themselves in two.

Oh, John Galt, he was a genii
And granted wishes free.
Now men who hated living
Are nowhere found to be.

Oh, John Galt, he was a teacher
Who taught men how to live.
The students who chose failure
Refused to give up “give”.

Oh, John Galt, he was a thinker
Who stood for what is real,
While men crawled through the carnage
Piled up on their ideal.

Oh, John Galt, he was for justice,
Where men who traded won,
As faith and force went busted
With altruism done.

Oh, John Galt, he still is master;
His sailors fear not night;
The ship of truth goes faster
And reason is our light!

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