Steel pours like sheets of some white-hot splendor.
Copper mines run deep into the Earth to
Extract the metal to only render
The infrastructure where it is all due.
Trains run with the efficiency of guns
That fire in salute to the fallen.
Leaders of industry ensure that runs
Of each cart and bucket breeze like pollen.
In particular, a leader showed them.
A man who tamed static brought about change.
The power of philosophy named him.
As something that’s unique other than strange.
Businessmen and women exist for self.
A book shows this and is still on the shelf.
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