Oh captain, my captain Oh who is my captain? Can it be that there is nobody at the helm? Can they dare call it reason In the growing treason When the king has somehow abdicated the realm Will they fall from the sky in the black of the night Will they crawl through the jungle at dawn Will they put in in the west down at puntarenas Or in the east at porto limon I signed on in my youth, Thinking there was but one truth That this mission was sent for a merciful good But when the port came in view Came a far darker hidden truth That the cargo of business was understood Or they'll come through the banks And the right-wing think tanks Multinational only means the people they cry In the face of the reaper You know the people work cheaper Keep a tight grip and squeeze all the freedom dry Oh captain, my captain Oh who is my captain? Can it be that nobody here is my friend? For this history lesson We will pay in aggression That in business the means justify the end