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By Yusra Al-Ayoubi
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Act One Scene Five |
Act One - Scene Five (Groups of women, children, elders carrying their baggage. They sat to rest, to give children something to eat) Chorus We suffered much From those who sit high Without conscience When the world tumble down They say we have no intention A battle against a foe Turned out to be a sectarian war In practice division is performed Our south is handed to Zionism Ahmad Wretched the man who lives in this age Thought he is near the dawn The dawn is still far away Finished years repeat their ways He who thought himself free Joined the list of slavery Drudged hard to pay For war merchants and disasters Locusts became masters Swallowed in a glance the nation’s wealth Let those who planted and produced Wait for reward till doomsday The cowboy land showed us prodigies Wanted to rule us By sectarian Militias Aided by world Mafias When we were near the dawn Dyed our dawn by the blood of our beloved (A battle runs between two sectarian Militias) |
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