They shear the masses like flocks of sheep, and sell the fleece for gold and silver:

They mortgage the farmer—his seed, corn and harvest—and key their yoke on the necks of the poor.

All things—the flocks on ten thousand hills and the herds of the valley—pay

them tribute;

They gamble for the gifts of nature, even as the Roman soldiers cast dice for

the garment;

They defraud the widow of her portion, and the orphan of its share,

They permit millions to die of hunger, while their granaries overflow with corn;

They allow little children to perish of want, while extorting profit from the

sale of bread.

With a cloak of righteousness they hide the satanic cruelty of their deeds.

Covetousness filleth their thoughts and usury corrodeth their souls;

And they practice the basest schemes of Mammon while voicing the noble ideal of

fraternity.

They make gold their only god and rejoice because of their iniquities.

Therefore snares shall entangle their footsteps and the vengeance of Heaven

overtake them;

Their feasts shall be Barmecide banquets, and their wealth corroding poison.

A curse rests on the gold of the rich, for is it not coined from the salt sweat

of the poor?

Sudden fear shall rest upon them in the darkness of the night,

For their iniquities have been manifold—their hypocrisy terrible;

Therefore shall their Mammon altars be torn down for ever and ever,

And Democracy triumphant shall sweep onward–Calm, irresistible, relentless,

And gladness fill the hearts of all, and comradeship reign upon earth.