Cursed be the ruse and the paint of the great,.Who hide their empire in words of high state.
Azure and AWS, these masters of guile,.Paint Sovereign on every vile, tired mile.
They speak of the green and the sky's open grace,.While Microsoft remains as the mask on the face.
'Tis a visor of iron on a face made of clay,.A marketing court for the weak of the day.
Woe to the falsehoods in the colors of old,.Where Google puts us to sleep with the lies they have told.
Cloud-Washing is there, like a veil made of silk,.To hide that Amazon owns the cream and the milk.
The engineer blinded by labels of straw,.Gives up his keys to a foreigner's law.
They sell us the homeland with an alien seal,.To ensure that no one can break through the steel.
Woe to the finance that pays for the show,.In the Cloud of the Empire, where the vanities grow.
We pay for the luxury, for a local veneer,.While Microsoft reaps a gain that is clear.
The gold of our taxes feeds these giants of old,.Who laugh at our laws, so tiny and cold.
'Tis a tax that is hidden on the mind's own light,.A levy on negligence in the dead of the night.
The poet arises and denounces the king,.Who knows only the law that his own masters bring.
I reject these words and these predators' breed,.These merchants of Google, these sowers of greed.
True power belongs to the one who possesses,.The physical machine that no stranger oppresses.
The Bare-Metal laughs at your labels of card,.For the Iron lies not, 'tis our staff and our guard.
Let the Expert beware of the velvet discourse:.The Cloud is no roof, but a dark, hollow source.
Mistake not the label for the truth of the tree,.Or lose very soon all your right to be free.