Nonviolence Poem by Cristina M. Moldoveanu

today I'm furious
I'm furious with Kriemhild because she took revenge
with Hamlet because he took revenge
with the Count of Monte Cristo because he took revenge
with Romeo and Juliet because they committed suicide for something
with the ground floor audience because they enjoy the plot
and all of them warm their tongues and their feet
as if the show were a kind of bacchanal

let's sing again 'L'important c'est la rose' while clapping with our hands/ encore for the white swan who dies so graciously/ for Mimi Violetta Aida Carmen/ every wall has ears/ every drumbeat has an echo/ all fine ladies and gentlemen spread the news/ everything is multiplied into more wires more electric power more wi-fi networks/ everyone pays more to be an open stage spectator/ everybody learned to mind their p's and q's / yet they don't have pity for the gladiators who don't want to fight

I'm furious with all the actors who want to be just simple people
with all the simple people who don't want to be actors
with myself because I lie when I say that I'm furious
while in reality I am only sad for all these things
and for the rickety nub of my heart
for the sheer misfortune that most of all I believed in peace
while all the others recite aloud that life is a continuous fight
and even dogs bite those who don't raise their rod in due time

after writing pathetic poems I open up my stamp book and I see the rare bird of paradise under my magnifying glass/ I am a failure as a collector/ and I'm an altruist globetrotter/ I relapse and cleanse again my eyes staring at the bright blue stars that will never meet one another/ and I listen to Bach and Handel playing with the volume set at the minimum