| Only just discovered how much of the world’s corrupt Truth’s nothing but a lump of lard and not a buttercup They say that open borders and unsubsidized free trade Will make the poor wealthy No need to be afraid. In Africa the factories close The fields are tilled in vain The warehouses are brimming though With fine imported grain And aid workers distribute it To the newly unemployed Who followed the trade rules and had Their livelihoods destroyed. The problem’s only temporary Economists assure. For structural readjustment is A long-term miracle cure. Some will starve and some will beg Skeletons on feet But the solution lies before them, they Must learn how to compete. Regrettably the multinationals Control all the resources And they’re backed by banks and governments With powerful armed forces. The aweful truth beyond the screen of meretricious chatter Is that to wealthy corporations the impoverished don’t matter. Capitalism depends upon A critical assumption That the middle class will lend itself To superfluous consumption A third of us consume too much Two thirds of us too little But to remedy injustice demands Preposterous presumption. So don’t imagine that small changes Will bring about reform Paradise lies way beyond Those distant mountain ranges Human nature doesn’t alter It nestles in a midden Of decomposed ideals in which the truth lies ever hidden. So now I understand that there’s No obvious solution Maybe the only thing to do Is foment revolution. |