Ode to an Ad

We found an ad that shows a farmerSurveying vast worlds of green.Far away a lowly mountain Bows before his stern, commandingGaze. All’s in order, all’s control Here, endless rows and rows and rows Of green extend out to a vague, A dim horizon. This isn’t nature,It’s something more, a kind of manmadeScreen where every gene is modifiedAnd only bits of puffy cloud Exhibit in a timid and thus halting Manner a touch of spontaneity.
The theme is “How the world advances,” (To where, one wonders, to what end?)The way has naught to do with Fertilizers, genetic tricks Or weed control—though such are quite Visible here. Rather, to our Surprise, the deeper secret of Control, the right to gaze emperor-likeOver a great domain, lies in tight reins Held in firm hands over InvisiblesLike price of crops, the weather, andThe satanic dance of interest rates—All achieved by riding on a relatively Newly-crafted magic carpet—Trading on the derivatives market.