Agur Jauna

Leaving behind
we grow accustomed
to the lonely god
asking for forgiveness.
Always money.
Create, cultivate
others destroy,
piles of lies
sold in front of faces.
Tears of mourning.
The wealthy
will become wealthier,
hungrier
and even hungrier.
Lost god.
Farewell, sir
to the pale man,
removing everything
to the third world.
Tears of mourning,
lost god,
always money.