Paradise in Cathode Rays

No more heroes, no more saints,
the names that linger on our lips
are weak and wretched, are worlds bought
at bargain, the price a soul; these profits sought
and secured in the name of  – none,
by men guided by – nothing of note,
merely to be greater,
to be richer,
to be known,
ah, to be loved and wealthy and proud!
And the stories the newsmen love to tell
are tales of a heaven,
that slips into hell.

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