It seems incredulous to accept,
There are those upset...
To have their privacy infringed upon.
When nothing more is wished...
But a maintaining of 'good' credit.
And regardless of how good or bad it is,
Somewhere this is documented.
As someone unknown is probing it every minute.
To tap a phone or loan emails,
Without a consent of this to anyone given.
Only those who seem less upset,
Are those who know their credit has been rejected.
And pose no threat.
Since they have been thriving on little.
With less of that to get.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem