We went to a play last week Actors strutted around Among a set of tall buildings Made of actual stone of grey And billowing smoke And noises And crowds.
Upon the great stage they talked About their ancient ideas Like wars And politics And freedom.
In one scene an actor yelled and swung a mighty hand and struck the other man!
And though we knew It was really just acting The idea that one Could hit another Shocked all of us in the audience So powerfully And a few people even left The theatre In tears.
But there were funny bits too In the play that night. A character said he had a car. His Own. Personal. Car! And together they were to drive Both of them Off to an aeroport. Like with all the steering, And foot pedals, And everything.
And in a very sad part Someone treated someone else badly And called her names Because of the colour Of her skin And because she had come From somewhere else. And all our eyes were wet for a while.
One man used a device Which was an ancient komputer. Two flat parts with a hinge And it opened upon his lap And one side glowed brightly To illuminate his face And he presses a bunch of button-keys To spell words and things Because that’s how they told the Komputer What to do. And we all laughed.
when it was over a bunch of us asked the man that was hit if he was okay was he really okay it looked terrible and did they really have to do that awful thing in the play and was the other actor a bad man and he said no, it was alright and the other actor was a nice man and that it didn’t hurt at all and he said he was sorry that it scared us but it was the violence of the time and the people of that time and we said we kind of understood.
And we all felt better
But one lady Still needed to hug him. And his eyes Were a little wet too.