Utopia strait science had become:
Blind capital itself carved out our way,
Trained our army; happily was dumb:—
No chance they'd win sweet History's delay
Or Nature's pardon! We would gain sure sway,
Sweep Gold aside: the workers could assume
Control of social property, loom
Red nemesis; avert bourgeois decay.
And now? Old labour movements fall apart,
And Socialism consists of sects, some mad,
And some hail feudal Islam's crazy jihad;
Reactionaries: poor as at the start.
From science to Utopia once more?
Utopia lies dead there on the floor!