Looks like it's time for that old hymn:
1 O worship the Rich, ‘cause they’re always right,
O gratefully bow to their power and their might
our shields and defenders, with billions untold
They make the rules, ‘cause they’ve got the gold
2 O tell of their might, the wealth that they chase,
whose yachts roam the seas and starships in space.
Their minions of wrath the deep thunderclouds form,
and dark is their path on the wings of the storm.
3 Their bountiful wealth, what tongue can recite?
It sucks in the air, it shines as if light;
it streams from the hills, it pours down to the plain,
and washes the poor and the sick down the drain.
4 Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail,
it’s you they despise, and watch as you fail.
Their riches so countless, they horde ‘til the end,
The poor without homes, or jobs, or a friend.
5 O measureless Wealth, unchangeable class,
while we are expected to worship their ass
They’ve ransomed creation, to hell with the earth
They demand adoration, from the day of their birth.