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The task you trained for?

Why did you choose to leave a country

that could use your talents properly?

No reason, why should l jump in plane

and grieving, fly half way around the world?

Perhaps yes! l forgot! l was a surgeon

now the plot has changed

the story been revised...

The hero's been reduced, down-sized

a lower kind of man, a cook!

The kind of man you would not

look at, is that what you want to say?

Not good enough for you today?

One night l saved

a man from certain death

l operate when he took a breath

l knew that he was safe and l felt good

l had done my job with

skill the way l should

l turned to go, but standing in the

door, were three men that l knew

but l was sure, they

had not come to talk

For it was late

They carried guns

and in their eyes was hate

they told me l was wasting

precious skill and time on someone

that might later

kill a child of theirs, or mine

Before my eyes they shot him dead

They said:
you can't disguise

one of ''them'' as a patient

from now on you treat our

people only, do you hear?

l packed my bags

at once, and l was gone

They'd killed a man and murdered an idea

that doctors answer to a human need

without a thought of color, or of creed

and then had the effrontery to claim

that they had done it in my people's name

- lt's something that you wouldn't understand

- Oh but l do, you're not the only ones

l feel your story in my blood and bones

l see a father, calling to his son, l see

the houses crumble, dust and stones

l hear the gunfire, and the

knock at night upon the door

l see the women's fright, l hear

the adolescent called to fight

l see him march away in morning light and

not look back, he knows his mother weeps

She fears that she will lose

another son, she's buried two already

Listen to her litany as the

tears glisten on her cheeks

And to the bell that's

ringing calling her to church

to join the singing

and to praise the Lord

Yes l know of so called holy war

you do not have to go

so very far from here to find it

- You're looking good

- Well, thank you Kate... am l?

l think l see a sparkle in your eye

But as for me... l'm

tired, my limbs are sore

My feet are aching, oh

l'm such a bore l'm sorry

l've just been at home and you have

gone half-way around the world

How you can climb out of your bed at dawn

when you've had 3 or 4 hours sleep at most

But then you see, that's the

difference between you and me

- l simply do not have your energy

- What nonsense, you're amazing

- You have far more stamina than me

- What was the conference about?

They want an easy ethical way out

so that the public doesn't have

to feel we're killing living things

- But are you?

- Kate!

l'm sorry, but you know l really

hate to think of those poor little...

- They're y cells that's all they are

- Sorry!

- Do they feel pain?

- Why must l justify my work again?

- How are the children?

- Fine

The little ones as usual are divine

but of course the giantess is trouble

She stays upstairs in the heap of rubble

she calls her room and never talks to me

l hear you took her out

the other day, how was it?

Lovely, for me, anyway

Oh yes? But then...

she so looks up to you...

She thinks l'm dull, sometimes

l wish that l could get away like you

just take off on some sunny day

one airport's like another

l used to dream to travel... now l pack and

unpack suits and shoes, that's all they see

The haircut and the

clothes, even with me

- l envy you...

- Envy... oh? Why?

Because you're free to wear

your ancient tracksuits all the time

and t-shirts covered

in your baby's slime

Well thanks, that lovely portrait really

gives a feeling for the life a mother lives

A less important job, the one job l do

Thank God our mothers did it, though

you would not be here at all, nor would l

Why is it that we always end this way?

Competing for who suffers most?

Perhaps you did it right: a single mum

so-called 'open marriage' has become...

We just can't talk... so many lies...

Well, l guess that that's

what happens when love dies

Kate, you know us both, you're his friend

too, l am really longing to say too much

- What has he said to you?

- Oh, nothing, really

Oh lovely goddess, whore

and tramp you are my love

You light the lamp that guides me

through the velvet night towards you

Hold me, hold me tight

Your voice, your paleness, your

perfume, your presence haunts me

ln my room l wait

for you, filled with desire

Your hungry look ignites my fire

Oh lady, what then can l do

but burn? l am in flames for you

Before l knew you

now l know l was not living

This is so much more

than anything l've felt

My love:
you hold me and l melt

l am not solid anymore

l am a feeling

Call me whore, l'll ask for more!

The names you give me

names l never would forgive

lf spoken to me in the street... somehow

from you, my love... they're sweet

What can l give you, lady luck?

What other words and names?

l'll f*** you as a mistress, as a queen

l'll worship you with words obscene and

ugly, all the more to show how l adore you

Bring you low with

language from the gutter

Hear me now, l'll gently

mutter things into your ear

flowing streams of words from fantasies

and dreams you've not confessed to anyone

Yes please! Yes, say it all!

Let forbidden thoughts be heard

let the hidden parts be seen

The only danger is that all the lonely private

places you have been to might dissolve

And you will be seen to blossom

singing, dancing, humming

Laughing... come here love

You're coming

Grace come in

ls she here?

Not now but come on in

and wait, Grace, anyhow

Do make yourself

at home, come sit by me

Something to drink?

Perhaps you'd like some tea?

No thanks

- How's school?

- Fine

Not too much to say

l see, well, Grace, you don't give

much away you're very wise!

l do my best

But you don't have to do

a thing you just have to be

The rest comes later

when you're old, like me

l'm not that young

and you are not that old

You're sweet

Grace... may l confide in you?

Your godmother and l...

she thinks l'm... cold

but it's her... you see

l have feelings too

- He said you're cold

- Who?

Your husband

- Oh God, and what the hell was he...

- l came to see you, you were out

And then he told me all

about his secret feelings

Oh, l see

That must have been... exactly when?

He held my hand as well

Oh Jesus Christ, and then?

l need to talk at the end of my day

She feels l've compromised

or lost my way, so she won't listen

She will never learn what changing

things, in practice, has to be

She's like a student, her mentality

is as it was when we first met

all dreams, and talk and grand ideas

and lofty schemes about society and truth

l tried to do something to right the

wrongs l somehow, am now the enemy

Whilst she does science and

retains integrity or so she thinks

She always has to feel

that she's the underdog

the one who's real

while l am false, somehow

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