Tuesday, April 4, 2017


Another lesser known play by the infamous British playwright Shakesmeare whom the current president of Syria, Bashar Al-Assad, believes to be of Syrian descent.  

Shamlet: Act III – Scene I, Soliloquy
To kill and how to kill my way out of this trouble,
that I got myself into through killing in the first
place I must admit, that’s the question. I can hardly
give a shit what’s more or less nobler in this regard.
Killing is how I govern, and how my father did before
me, whether by noxious fumes or a bare bodkin. Ah,
to sleep. I cannot help but dream of death and killing
whenever I sleep. Yet, I still sleep, unbothered. Let all
my militias and allies fight for me, over me and, more
importantly, over my country – that undiscovered paradise
that all are now busy destroying in an enterprise of great
depth and madness, while others, their minds numbed
in resolute indifference, are lulled into inaction. Oh Syria,
be all my sins remembered.
© Ammar Abdulhamid , 2017

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