I am keen on the idea of bridled capitalism rather than capitalism that runs its own course without steerage. Here is a poem I wrote trying to express this thought. The image of bridled capitalism assumes there is a rider (perhaps society) who is helping steer the horse where to go rather than the horse running unbridled throughout the streets and and/or the countryside.

Capitalism

A bridled horse preferred

To one without.

Coursing through time and space

To illuminate the thoughts of

Empires growing just

Across boundaries

And among them.   

Rider, rider Where will we go?