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By Yusra Al-Ayoubi
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Act Three Scene One |
Act Three - Scene One Jamilah Dashing like a wolf Brimful of anger Bristling with guns Roaring with bombs To bring death to life Where are the dreams of suns Circling round your sun To bring winged peace to the world Security, justice Liberty, and prosperity? Why are you waging Planetary war For a dissolving star? You fight people Whose lips touched fire Deprived of their homeland As well as of honour Ah , bitter sweet dream you shattered Shaken by mere shadow Of promises lavishly distributed Devilish in fact As the will of ancient Satan Who seeks power for the will of power For Peace my heart always craves But destiny evades as waves I bear in my ribs the affliction Of my family, the victims of my nation My worry doesn't leave me, I hide From the moan of my heart inside From the beating in my mind I struggle in my spring days A society empty of its soul It's morals, only anger reigns Or indifference or despair A chill comes over my body Memories hold my breath It's all madness around me Assent and you are sane I fear my people under stress Break down Or by anger become insane (The poet at the bureau of his magazine with a journalist) The poet One step, there's no another Let this hero wind up his way To clean Lebanon from Palestinians To the last man without delay If this task was not completed I shall be wretched and defeated The whole Lebanon with me We should flee them far away From our land and sway Snuffed them to the last man Why did Lebanese lagged behind When this hero entered to our salvation From tyranny, pestilence and negation This is slight and degradation If I have an organization I should help without abomination Without check to our energy Without remorse, without loiter Without anguish for deeds done By this hero who entered alone To our salvation I hear convulsive sobs From people who sympathize, from mobs I, in my magazine have written I'm happy this brave army came To relieve us I celebrate to see him crush The head's snake, terrorism But in my depths I am sad For the faithful hands Doing the task alone Journalist Why should parties be indifferent To a war done to their benefit all? The Poet I believe there are politicians Bribed well and mostly in power Forbade the people to participate, However, Lebanese militias made a sweet war on PLO But Arafat made extortion He had mania to own money From Gulf States for his revolution With seventy billion dollars he gathered He bribed leaders chiefs Brain washed many In Europe, in America to say They say it is invasion The one who dare say that Need his tongue be cut By the name of all Lebanese I say This army entered to save Lebanon from the dirty Palestinian racism These brave soldiers came alone to stop sin |
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