God’s Abdication
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)