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
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Shamlet
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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.
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© Ammar Abdulhamid , 2017
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