A Play

Money
                  -
                                  Power,

Money
                  -
                                  Power,
Hear the roar of global march!
Money
                  -
                                  Power,

Money
                  -
                                  Power,
Mother sings a lullaby!

Left wing – right wing
Of the bird – it is flying from the West
Following the Golden Sun – Feathers tremble in the wind.

Sticks and pikes,
Rifles and stones-
All converged in common flood:
Immigrants and business funds,
Stocks and hotdogs,
Bonds and clowns.
Oil for dollars, dollars for pounds,
Euro for food, Inflation, Collapse!

Crashes and rises the giant machine –
It’s fueled with petrol it’s built on the sin.
Constructed by those, who take over the world.
Cheap and quick work – just once to explode.

Population, extinction, globalization,
Open society, closed comprehension.
Yelling and screaming outside in the dark.
Who’s gonna come and turn on the light?

Newly written testament of democratic rights:
There is no sin – it’s a righteous fight!
All the statements in there are totally true – they are told by our guide.
Where are you leading us to? …

For how long will you smile with a shining halo?
32 pearls and a welcoming hello!
He knows quite well how to make gallows,
But besides all that he’s a lovely fellow.

You would like him, really, it is true!
He’s a common guy, like me or you!

He’s had a really hard life, but suddenly – poof!
He guessed the lottery numbers and won the prize!

Who could’ve imagined – it was the magic oil lamp!
He was granted 3 wishes and 4 years of fun!
The giant machine – he hopped on its hump!
When you have it all you don’t need a gun!

He’s now the Son of the King, and the King of all Sons,
Someone pulls the strings and the troops come out.
I believe it’s a fairy-tale, I have read it somewhere!
No, it can’t be true – it’s all in my head!

A-a-ah! Now I get it – a theatre play!
The puppets are wooden, or are they made of clay?!
The paper confetti – of denominated notes.
Prompt somebody – the guy forgot his words!

A rich gentleman’s sweating right in the next seat.
Relax oldman, get your popcorn and eat.
Eat and listen – chew and swallow the words
And when it is over- bookmark the plot.

The curtains are down – no one’s coming out.
We will never find out who arranged the fun.

2009.

A Play

Anthropolog

Chisinau, Moldova, Republic Of

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