Monday, May 23, 2016

Shakespeare's The Tempest: A Modern Syrian Version: Act 30 – Scene 321


Spectator 1
Hey, look over there. A shipwreck.
Spectator 2
Close. It’s actually all that is left of Syria.
Spectator 1
Wow. What happened? Where are the cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces, the solemn temples?
Spectator 2
They all dissolved into thin air, like the baseless fabric of all promises of succor made.
Spectator 1
I see. Instead of acting on Never Again, a little bit of history just repeated itself.
Spectator 2
Indeed. Our indulgence has set the monsters free again. For the past is nothing more than a never ending prologue to more of the same.
Spectator 1
And for all too many of us today the revels are now ended, a bit prematurely perhaps. 
© Ammar Abdulhamid 2016



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