I and my fellow parishioners
worship Great God Mammon.
We one by one step forward
far from the African famine.
Plastic at the ready
we present account,
prayerfully awaiting
the balancing amount.
This is all we know of save
(our Judge remains in hiding) .
The screen flashes, our judgment issues,
First Federal Interstate presiding.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem