Judgment

I’d rather perish than
follow your rules,
obeyant, self-serving,
corporate fools.
Mine is free commitment,
as is your choice,
despite your racket that
drowns out my voice.
Obey the customs if
you crave the Rome —
city of spoiled that was
never my home.
Keep all its luxuries
if that’s your will,
I wholly refuse to
steal, cheat, or kill.
Still, you’re not enemy
though I am yours,
which, I’m afraid, sadly,
closes all doors.
So, burn with greed, raging
till you are blue —
Hell is an abode where
one can live too.
But don’t blame anyone,
it was your say.
Enjoy the suffering,
have a nice day.