De Indische activist en auteur Vijay Prashad maakte volgend gedicht over kapitalisme en Boeddhisme.
Capitalist vs. Buddha
The capitalist sits in his car
His eyes upon the road;
He measures life by profit,
His conscience bears no load.
He will not see the homeless
Or the child who taps the glass,
He keeps his gaze on what he owns
And lets their sorrows pass.
A woman may die of hunger,
A child may long to read,
But he drains the wealth of others
To feed his endless greed.
Siddhartha was once a prince
Who left his home to learn;
He saw the sorrows of the world
And felt his conscience burn.
As Buddha he sat with open eyes
Beneath a spreading tree;
The capitalist shuts his gates
And chants, ‘me, me, me…’
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