by Snowdon King
a whole bureaucracy up to your skies, God...
…the waiting lines are long
we are obediently waiting for our turn
birth, marriage, death certificates
the every night prayer
the sign of the cross before every meal,
the Sunday mass
the confession, may our terrible sins be forgiven
there were times
when dying was a lot cheaper, God
and easier
all these holy papers are not enough anymore
we must fill the graves with gold
a whole bureaucracy up to your skies, God
so I speak and fight
like a hero on the field of sufferance
for the eradication of the sacred misdeeds
I gather signatures from the miserable ones
and I demand you, God
to abdicate the throne of your empire
manifestos, everywhere manifestos
we want free elections
the revolution was defeated through ignorance
we are obediently waiting for our turn
there is no other option
but mercy
(translator - Ioana Tirtirau)
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Snowdon King (born Ionuţ Caragea in April 12, 1975, Constanţa, Romania), is a Canadian writer living in Montréal since 2003. He is poet, science fiction novelist and quotes author. He is member in Union of Writers of Romania, co-founder and vice-president of Québec Romanian Writers' Association. In one well known essay he was named as ''The poet born on Google''. His other pen-name is ''Snowdon King''. In 2009 does an extended interview on ''Virtual literature and the Google generation trend'' with the participation of many well known authors, prose and poetry writers, literary critics. In this interview Ionuţ Caragea brings forth a new vision on the ''literary trend of the Google generation''. (www.ionutcaragea.ro)
Last updated September 24, 2011