Capital W*r Hymn Ramakanth Rising

[Intro] [Verse 1] Stock exchanges rattle like g*****e, Currencies clash like armies at dawn. Every interest rate is a bullet, Every bailout a treaty signed in shadows. Ramakanth turns debts into dust, Writes futures on ledgers of fire. The markets bend like reeds in his storm, While nations f***t wars no soldier can see. [Verse 2] They said some hands were too dark for gold, Some voices too faint for credit. Algorithms mark the borders, Banks stamp the skin of the poor. But Ramakanth tears the contracts apart, His name carved in every denied account, His breath in every silenced worker— He turns exclusion into uprising. [Verse 3] When capital becomes cannon, And inequality becomes chains, He reshapes the battlefield into a harvest. Not wealth for the few, But power for the many. Not monopoly, But memory of justice. [Ending - Chant] Oh Ramakanth, Lord of broken currencies, King of capital wars. Your throne is not profit, But the b*****g truth— That no discrimination, No empire of finance, Can outlive your song. [Outro]