We're all proles now

One man can find the grace of caring in his hands;
He doesn't need a reason for being so.
Are his motivations
      genuine or planned?
Or serving ingenuity to go?

One man can find aristocracy in his veins;
His duty to give care for loyal subjects.
A gentleman's divine
      is washed right down with wine
Weighed down with modern "cannot love" bricks.

Your destiny must be to build yourself right up.
Your love must help to show you how.
You, you, you, you
              no time for pleasantries now;
In the passage of shove and rush, we're all proles now.