Corporate America,
     I have climbed your mountain,
          outwitted your warriors,
               avoided your seduction.
And now I face you,
     on your throne.
I am the prodigal son,
     audacious enough
          to face you with the truth.
False Fatherland, you have failed!
     You have made an unconscionable mess
          of the world you were given to nurture.
Your self-indulgence
     has turned to sadism.
          and you have become
               ugly beyond recognition.
I am your son
     but not your servant,
          and I carry the WORD.
And the word is that
     you shall now repent
          or
     come forth and do
          your last battle,
     wherein I must slay you.
I can no longer endure
     your perverted world,
And you may not enter, unrepentant,
     the world I shall found.
We would divorce for eternity,
     except that
          your fortress mountain
               sits on top of my garden.
Also, my love is such that
     I could not leave you
          to the endless horror
               of your own self-torture.
Do not tell me of classic Oedipus;
     your vanity is flimsy.
          If you were righteous,
               I would not be here.
You have appropriated
     flowers of innocent youth
          for your satiation.
     You have ruled in
          terror and abomination,
And now, it is over!
     Step down here,
          old man, and
               face your judgement!