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| Looking back- One year ago today on A Poetic Justice | | 2007-05-18 21:59:00 | | EMPIRE'S MILITANT Child,Who are these so-called militants? Faint brooding death?Who are these soulless, wicked insurgents? Death’s reveling?Freedom fighter? Might’s persuaded equilibrium?Are the bombs dropped on homes empire’s reveling echo?Is there cause to celebrate when a child’s body is shreddedAt shrapnel’s forlorn behest; life swallowed by almighty throat? Child,Who are these militants? The wrath of God?Insurgents; evil martyrs for a lost cause?Are they the back of vengeance? The mirror held up?Slipped devils wrenching Armageddon?Is there cause to rejoice as the missile’s valor topplesBefore mothers and fathers lunged in freedom? Child,Across the land into the mosques, into the sovereign home,Wars snarled device writhes on the ground and upon the airBeseeching men to volley detonation to ancient sacrificial carnage,So who are these ferocious militants and soulless insurgents?Death’s own reveling in power's thrashed persuasion?The child, for lack of hue, answers no... | | By: Poetic Justice (Dont burn the flag. Wash it!) | | |
| | A Poetic Justice Theatrical Run -ONE- | | 2007-05-03 21:58:00 | | The rest of this week I will re-post several of my plays...My muse tells me that she is on vacation for the rest of the week. (When my muse is on vacation so goeth I)Enjoy.The Mask of War (A short play)(Two mothers, one Israeli and one Lebanese, stand center as lights rise on the bare stage.)M1:Come now, Bara’ah! Time for school! M2:Hedasaa! Where are your books?M1:Bara’ah, hurry! You will be late for school!M2:Hedasaa, hurry! I have your lunch! Let’s go!M1:Bara’ah!M2:Hedasaa!(The women now cross left and right and then cross downstage edge calling out over the audience.)M2:Did you hear your mother?M1:I said for you to come now!(A slow and sad violin solo now begins to play. The women look toward one another but do not acknowledge the other as broken concrete and debris begins to slowly descend around them from above. The women again call out over the audience.)M1:I said come on, slow poke!M2:You better get a move on! I’m giving you ten seconds, young lady!M1:It is time for s... | | By: Poetic Justice (Dont burn the flag. Wash it!) | | |
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