In the hallowed halls of commerce,

Where giants once stood tall,

A tempest brewed, a seismic shift,

As ideologies clashed and fell.

Google, Disney, Wikipedia's tome,

Facebook's sprawling digital realm,

OpenAI's circuits hummed with tension,

CNN's screens ablaze with fervor.

They danced upon a precipice,

Their choices etched in neon glow,

Promoting ideas, some sickly, some devilish,

Caught in the web of the "woke mind virus."

Anti-white policies unfurled like banners,

Painting all with broad, accusatory strokes,

As if hues of skin defined our essence,

And goodness or evil flowed through veins.

LGBTQ+ whispers echoed through corridors,

Indoctrinating young minds, bending reality,

A kaleidoscope of identities, pronouns,

Yet the simplest truth eluded their grasp.

Fake history spun its intricate web,

Threads of half-truths woven into tapestries,

Distorting past and present, blurring lines,

Leaving us adrift in a fog of uncertainty.

And what of womanhood? Ah, the paradox!

A riddle wrapped in enigma, elusive as stardust,

For they stumbled, faltered, unable to define,

Caught between chromosomes and dreams.

But the marketplace is no gentle arbiter,

Its patrons wield power, their voices resolute,

Some brandished boycotts like swords,

Others shrugged, indifferent to the tempest.

Yet prosperity, like a fickle lover, wavered,

Not guaranteed by virtue or vice alone,

For in this dance of ideologies and commerce,

The balance teetered, destiny uncertain.

So, heed the tale of giants fallen low,

Their ascent halted by choices made,

In the echo chambers of woke reverie,

Where businesses learned: Go woke, go broke.