This country is o’erran by trusts
And each within its sphere adjusts
Production and the price of that
Which it controls, not caring what
The people it plucks may say
For trusts possess the right of way
On all our great commercial trails
To crush the slow industrial snails
The trusts economy is seen
In big combines which seal the doom
Of those who live half way between.
End of the poem
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