We've created a system of profit and of thought
Ringing with a belief that echoes since earliest times
Whatever we do, labor brings reward, labor is good
Whether wearing Capitalist Green or Communist Red
This commodified world is the kind we've wrought
Every single thing can be bought, it all has a price
Still one labors as a sort of evidence, or proof
That we must all work for our day's bread
What is the quest reward that we have sought
Is it the baubles of pleasure, or treasures
What is it that makes us foolishly decide
To pursue our time on earth until we are dead
In constant labor, fallen dreams, unfulfilled lives
“It is labor alone that is productive: it creates wealth
and therewith lays the outward foundations for the
inward flowering of man.”
“The evil of the present system is therefore not that the
“surplus-value” of production goes to the capitalist, as
Rodbertus and Marx said, thus narrowing the Socialist
conception and the general view of the capitalist system;
the surplus-value itself is but a consequence of deeper
causes. The evil lies in the possibility of a surplus-value
existing, instead of a simple surplus not consumed by
each generation”
