Juno Moneta
Over every man and object,
Money imposes a number,
Its implacable order.
Under its tyranny,
In tons of timber
The forest is transformed,
Animals are pounds of meat,
And men become human resources.
Dreams, love, uniqueness,
Spirit, compassion and beauty,
Immeasurable are persecuted,
Becoming superstitions from the past
Or irrational, valueless artifacts.
