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.
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 6:12 PM UTC
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.
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