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LEBANON

By Yusra Al-Ayoubi

 


Act One

Scene One

Scene Two

Scene Three

Scene Four

Scene Five

Scene Six

Scene Seven

Scene Eight

Act One - Scene Six

Social state of Affairs. In the parliament)

Chorus

The land of merchants, marines and traders

In you died all free men

When the merchant lifted his flag

In the past and gathers wealth,

Behind him was hands that manufactures

The boat was liberty glory swimming on the waves,

Light for humanity.

Traders were traders’

Either on sea or land

Our traders were freemen

Brave , adventurous

Today they are gamblers,

Clever, ambitious

Their flag is beyond the seas

Their master is beyond their land

Freemen by them are downtrodden

Everything became for them

“supply and demand”

even the nation “supply and demand”

Manufacturer

When the profit is guaranteed

Never mind if the world destroyed

What shall I do for

My workers and factor?

Shall I shut my factory,

Dismiss my workers?

My wealth evaporated

By lost projects

No benefit for me, no supporting

From the government, no defense

Trader

I promote consumer’s interests

Shall I cross my hands and wait

for you to produce?

I want merchandise from anywhere

Cheap and fine

Your goods are not thorough enough,

though dear

I want to help consumers

The law to me is partial

Opens doors for goods

To go to and fro

Not to imprisons us inside a tunnel

The world becomes one

Our trade marines over the seas

Carry prosperity, unity and peace.

Manufacturer

Alone you thrive and flourish

Your career is selfish

To whom prosperity you carried

To a nation who cuts

Cypress trees to warm, olive trees to build,

Plants hashish to sell?

When we shut the doors lf factories

Our people suffer in agony

Nobody our speech hears

Our heads we can't sift high,

In debts we succumb and die

No danger we fear, no bitter fate,

when to international mafia we bent

to become a protectorate.

Chorus

I don't want to thrive

I don't want to succeed

In nights without stars,

When fortune its benefits distribute.

On scoundrels who bark

in the face of the moon,

and slay the hope of their nation

thinking they are shrewd

I don't want to contribute,

Let me be without fortune

I shall be the most fortunate and acute.


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