Tremendous progress has done
But you still said half done
There you’ve no time for breakfast
Tireless works, unknown to Sunday’s fast

New technology has come to its zenith
Machine Machine, that runs like an Earth
Life made live for wealthy man
Nature’s beauty has bonded for super human

Poor peasants will be lodged peasants
They yearn for mirth but human fear presents
Science Over-Power with Universe
And molded to its creation course

Oh my dear friends? You are a ceaseless wind
For you don’t ‘Ev time to spent with your beloved
Your mustaches blond to white
Yet your struggle earns nothing to you bent