Capitalism stood, and watched men working;
Most worked very hard, some few were shirking;
Most kept learning, becoming more competent;
Some few learned not and went stumbling along.
Production was up, new merchandise increasing;
Leisure-time rose for artistic creating,
And for dreaming of traveling up in the stars.
And everyone’s wealth was abundantly more,
Though a few were still choosing to call themselves “poor.”
And Capitalism smiled like a happy child.
Then envy rose in the men who had less—
Their clothes, cars, TV’s, abundant food—duress!
They resented the confident, happy and proud,
And “Social Justice!” they shouted aloud.
Then Capitalism shrugged, walked away, left,
And men who’d had something had something much less.