New World Order Revisited

These are the (in the truest Dickens fashion)
dogma days of corporate incense
in which a game of smoke and mirrors
replaces myrrh and frankincense.
God’s little black market
smells of illicit sex.
The branding seal of approval
is the Pentagon’s hex.
The public cry
is stifled and lean.
The righteous consumer is heard,
not seen.
And the all-knowing mystic
is marketing’s sacred statistic.