Love for Peace

I am
in love with Peace!
but she’s not in love with me.

Who else or what else
is not?

This culture of
camouflage that I’m part of,
I detest it.

This part of the world that did not listen to me,
that I did not listen to.

These hollow
cores of culture, fruits of maladies.

Ring of pollution. Depletion of
moral layers.

Is it the decadence of
religions? Masquerades
of terrorism? Dramatizations
of dirty politics? Abductions of
Truth and Love?

Or this
Villain Time … This Villain Time
that is mad for Power—Power of Victory—
so mad
that it forcibly corners
and then
commits a brutal rape of Innocence—if it doesn’t get
what it wants …

Or is it
the Providence of Divine Grace?
The Providence that just
looks on (enjoying?)
the agonies and cries
of so many poor beings …
like me.

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(In Romanian, translated by Daniel Dragomirescu, poet, translator and editor of Contemporary Literary Horizon)