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By Yusra Al-Ayoubi
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Act One Scene Seven |
Act One - Scene Seven When the world around Lay in ruins, Lift your sleeves And plunder, This is a life occasion Don't flee it from you In Moslem regions wear koufia In Christian regions casquette Plunder, plunder, plunder No one knows anyone No one settles account with anyone All the people became foes He who bars your way Strike, strike, strike Plunder, plunder, plunder My house is full of plundered goods Carpets and blankets Jewels and works of arts Television sets, radio sets Videos, utensils Washers, refrigerators, ovens Foreign goods forbidden to me All my life. They are now available Tomorrow I shall open a supermarket By the law I plunder Without facing perils Without distress and suffering Now come with me brother Before fortune flies When the world was stable They barred the way for me Why should I favour them They who have downtrodden me (the road of Damascus –Beirut) Seller Cabbage, who will buy cabbage? Cabbage fresh three ks by lire Customur Three kls by lire? Cheap and fine this cabbage, But I have no exchange Seller Give us we pay you out. Customer Take! You good legitimate man Here is one hundred lires Seller Give me the one hundred And the purse too It seems fat and full Seller 2 We shall relieve you of your purse Not to be perplexed (threatens with a revolver) Customer My profit, the sweat of my front By Allah you're doing me wrong Seller1 You bastard, lyer, thief! Where you might own Such a purse? Seller 2 One like you contemptible How might his purse be full? Customer Fear Allah, my family's subsistence! Returning home, my mind occupied By what I hear of news I am a merchant With Syria I make trade All my wealth is in this purse You made me pocketless No lire to return home Powerless to buy a loaf Seller 1 Go away, you have nothing Walk away before your soul Fly out of you Serpent Seller 2 We'll throw your corpse to crows No one sees, no one hears! Customer I shall return empty handed Loosing all my wealth How can my family forgive me How can believe me The wives of neighbors How can trust me Those who put their confidence in me To sell their labor, days and nights? Their needle work turned into coverlets Table cloths cheap and fine? I shall return pocket less Detestable powerless Without honor Without my purse Seller 1 You'll not loose all Take the cabbage with you! Costumer Ah for my destiny Miserable, poor, suffering! Refused me a happy day I desired to buy cheap But paid dearly By my greediness I bought Cabbage with all my storage I am by Allah dizzy without wine Not believing what happened Time is not the time Man is not the man. Integrity is lost, no security To either citizen or a warrior (the sellers leave. Walking he met from the south the men who wanted to go to Beirut. He joined them to be recruited in the resistance. Crowds, men women children were on the roads fleeing from the bombardment of their cities and villages in the south. They sit to rest not knowing where to go) |
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