Logogriph

The fevered dreams of slaves
Someone new at the old controls again
It's promised that now all our woes are overcome
But we hear so little that it's difficult to tell
No reason to complain while everything's still comfortable
Economists be praised
Their word amounts to law

Profit's the way
Well, you can't know everything
Nobody's really sure how to tear the curtain down
We've had it much worse so we'd best not make a sound
Yet, while they propagate the all-importance of demand
The sheen to hide the stains is fading from the land

Just close your eyes and listen to the discontented whispers and the cries of indignation
As the corporate nations mistake theft for trade and everyday replace trees with billboards
Justifying blood for oil to fuel another war for power over soil
What still eludes the rulers of economies is that wealth is not without responsibility

How long before ethics and compassion supersede the code of exploitative greed?
Humankind did not evolve this far for profit's sake
Time to put reason in place

Before citizens rise in wrath and mobilize to claim their share of all that they've seen advertized
For sponsored freedom hardly can suffice when constantly the truth is compromised
and every screen portrays a bleak and hollow lie

Wrest from their clutches the trust you misplaced
Wrestle to rekindle all that's been defiled and debased
Tread slowly like a spy through the lair
Slice the bonds of submission with the mystic visions of repair and life and light

Hovering over this dream, watching the weavers at work
Conjuring up pictures to sell us to sleep
Until we crave the image shaped and daily slave to feed the machine

Incessantly defy all who truth deny, until they can no longer hide the screams
In the basement of this prefabricated mansion of mediocrity

Measure for measure, indeed