In Flanders Fields, Inc the smelters glow
Between the access roads, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The carbon soot still deathly flies
Scarce noticed amid assembling weapons below.

We are the Rich. Short years ago
We inherited everything we know,
Profit and more profit, don’t care who dies
In Flanders Fields, Inc.

See our margins endless grow:
To you from wealthy hands we throw
Disdain; from our 1% on high.
If ye stop making our bombs that make people die
We shall not profit, though smelters glow
In Flanders Fields, Inc.