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By Yusra Al-Ayoubi
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Act Two Scene One |
Act Two - Scene One (A gathering is held for students who were graduated from the American University. The building is seen behind. On the stage a platform is prepared for the young ladies who are nominated for the rank of Queen of beauty. Calm music is heard from a piano in the corner of the stage. The invited are mostly the professors of the University and the relatives of the nominated graduates who occupied the front rows in both sides of the stage. A group of three players carrying their musical instruments entered the stage. The pianist introduced them as newly graduated group from Lebanese conservatory. They begin to play a classical piece. A singer enters angrily) Singer In the program it's my turn to sing The fate of woman A poem of one of our greatest poets Musicians When will be our turn? Singer The coming Sunday 8 p.m. In the masquerade Held in Jita cavern ( Musicians leave the stage and stay with the invited) Singer Woman in ancient times Was a Goddess The line of descent Was woman's address Man did not know Either sin or regret Love was fantasy, purity For woman's beauty Unwind, strange world of intoxication For the drive of man Pure as snow, sweet sensation Clouds rained children Beams of rays Cradled in the bed of sun Earth was motherhood Nurtured life for generations For Death was a place of exile "I hate paradise" Death said "I hate the joy of man" He took hold of all the shells Thrown by waves on the golden beach Planted in the hearts Starved desire to own Hysteric crave to reach For them Cain Killed his brother Abel Enslaved his woman and children Exploited his land There was no place for her to win In Death world and robbery Shrouds were woven To her sons, in vain white peace reigned A new life was born For man to conquer and remain God of the universe so far With eyes of fire Death sat to warm Joyfully weaving Coffins, regulating times To a new era of man "In your new world Man you'll be shattered There will be no peace for you The eye quarrel with the ear The shoulder with the arm White cells swallow the red ones without care Arteries become inflexible Obstinate to the blood current Your steps will be attracted by all directions Your desires will be lured Without abstention You'll know Pain, sin, and regret Never to relax You'll face disasters Never to forget You'll have only one God To whom you kneel, prostrate and pray The God of shells Man was inflicted By the mania of shells Wounding life in thousand sites Banished love, roasted children Drove motherhood to caverns Sheathed woman's beauty To be his alone Then he forget her Kneeling, prostrating, praying To the God of shells Death made a sharp knife and threatened: I am the successor of heaven The master of the universe The holder of all the tablets With me all the power You are sin The madness of the body He desecrated her nature Cursed her desire Put off her crown and said: "Be a flower without scent Be a candle for delight Without fire consume Be a corpse in bed Be a shadow, be dust To bury your children in my wars That man feels secure That his sons survived Inherit the shells of men (The celebration of the Queen of Beauty begins. Diana who stood as a candidate was chosen the Queen of beauty of the graduated from the University) |
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