Chesterton on the Creed of Homo Economicus

As always, right on target:

Ours, ours is the key O desolate crier, The golden key to what ills distress you Left without ever a God to judge you, Lost without even Man to oppress you. Look west, look west to the Land of Profits, To the old gold marts, and confess it then How greatly your great propaganda prospers When left to the methods of Business Men. Ah, Mammon is mightier than Marx in making a goose-step order for godless geese, And snobs know better than mobs to measure Where Golf shall flourish and God shall cease. Lift up your hearts in the wastes Slavonian, Let no Red Sun on your wrath go down; There are millions of very much organized atheists In the Outer Circle of London Town. - G.K. Chesterton, "Comfort for Communists"