Lamentations on a Free Market

Thus saith the Lord:
"News-anchor wolves have donned sheep's clothing,
and rendered up the people to the men of the marketing tribe.
Woe to those who wear the crown of infotainment,
trading diamond's light for fool's gold
that percolates corruption into your heads.
You have enthroned ignorance,
worshipped a golden jackass;
yea, with bowed head made offerings."
(chorus)           You'll wonder where the yellow went
                        and why your brains became so bent
But the green kings of airtime
cast broad their eyes upon the wasteland they had wrought,
and saw the heavy yoke they must bear
to hunt the truths to make the people wise;
and verily, they despaired.
And then they saw the tribute people paid for bovine dung,
and they decreed,
"Let the sons of men laugh and giggle
all the length of their days;
let them slumber while they wake."

Yea, the light
of knowledge is dethroned by lightweight
news-like gossipiness,
a busyness business chattering
a dizzyness of mindless unmattering.
For knowledge spends less than ignorance;
politics spends less than popularity;
citizen spends less than consumer;
sense spends less than style.
Savings suspended,
sense upended,
shepherds shear sheep.
(chorus)           Yea, though I walk through the valley of shallow,
                        I will fear no primeval programming.
                        Surely good times will follow me all my days.
                        My beer mug runneth over.
Thus saith the Lord:
"Where the people know nought,
the land shall wither and perish.
Whosoever cannot judge shall be judged,
until I rescind cause-and-effect.
And the words of the Lord shall not be sandwiched
between commercials."