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Laces

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Play Sample: Laces: Piece #2 in the Trapped Trilogy

   Laces: Excerpt
An Original Play by K.W.Poole 
© December 2010
 
Estimated Run Time: 30 Minutes

                                                                         Play Synopsis
Written in Iambic Pentameter,  Laces is the tragic tale of a young Romani girl, Nadya, and those she is trapped with, behind the walls of a Holocaust prison camp; The tales of each character are interwoven with the child’s struggle to understand her fate.

Laces © 2010  K.W.Poole


                                                                     Cast of Characters 
Nadya: A young Romani girl.  Her gift is singing and an optimistic, 
survivalist approach to life.  She is strong and kind. Nadya helps to narrate the 
events of the play.  This is her story. 
 
The Officer: A German officer, who was once engaged to the 
Young Woman.  He is set in his ways, but inside torn by the love he felt for a 
Jewish woman, he now must hate.  When he is in his "quarters" he is always in 
dim lighting, eating, or having tea, and writing. 
 
The Guard: A man who is just doing his job, but is secretly haunted 
by the nightmare that he is living working at Auschwitz. 
 
The Woman: A Romani grandmother, whose spirit is broken by 
Auschwitz.  She is Nadya's grandmother. 
 
The Boy: A Jewish boy on his own. He is an orphan, and knows 
both his parents have been killed.   
 
The Young Woman: Once the fiance of The Officer, she is now forced to work in 
his home, to save herself from hard labor and the gas chambers.  She is torn by 
the love she feels for a man she should hate. 
 
The Girl: A young Polish Catholic girl, whose mother was gassed, and she 
has no idea where the rest of her family is.  She looks to Nadya as a big sister. 
 
The POW: A Russian soldier - He brings levity to the camp, as 
he is not afraid of dying or the Nazis.  He jokes with the children, makes fun of the 
guard and defies the hell of Auschwitz. 
 
The Voice:  The Voice of Hitler and The Voice of Propaganda.  Could be either male or female.   The Voice is never seen facing forward, but stands with back to audience in pin spot. Or is masked with a metallic sterile mask, to dehumanize the  character. The Voice does not join the Masses. As Hitler, the voice removes the mask.


The Masses:  All actors except for The Voice - depicting the brainwashed 
population and helping to narrate the tale. 




Scene 1: Actors enter in blue-out silhouette.  Music cue determines start of show. Nadya and other prisoners create  either a triangle formation in pin spots, facing out  towards the audience.  If on the stage, The Voice has back to  audience at all times, unless speaking,  and is set far apart from other actors.  The  Officer and The Guard come in through the audience. 
  
The Officer: Stand them here in lines of truest form,   
Barren, bare no clothes should they adorn.  
The mark they carry all they wear anon,  
For soon even their souls shalt be gone!  
  
The Officer exits. The Guard paces in front of them.  
  
The Guard: Heil and hell face each of you this morrow -   
Trust that breath you have is't one that's borrowed.  
Thou can'st see the future near,  
For each you die upon this sand of fear!  
Final words you have think them now aloud -  
For prayers unsaid will ne'er reach Heaven's shroud.  


  Firing  command is heard.  Shots are fired.  All fall prisoners fall. Die. Black  out.  


Scene 2: Lights up. All actors rise in original positions.   
Each Actor removes their shoes and walks to DC pin spot, places  
the pair of shoes on the front edge of the stage. Shoes remain on 
the edge of the stage for the entire play. Then character  
speaks in a pin spot - as they finish they return to their original  
spot and another moves to DC pin spot.  
  
The Woman: Carry I number nine, eleven, one,  
Name Vadoma, that my tale had just begun.  
In short I am a woman left to bleed,  
among the ruins of my family seed.  
  
The Boy: Mine number, seven, eleven and two  
the only name I'll know, as I'm a Jew.  
Most call me Benoni, sadness beget I.  
Is't true I was brought here too young to die?  
  


The Young Woman: Branded I with ink whilst never soften,   
numbers three, six twice, and an eleven.  
I fear this mark and torture faced again  
Shall block my way upon the path to Heav'n.  
  
The Girl: Eleven, nine, Eleven stamped on I,  
and here I see is where I whilst last lie,  
Among the scattered corpses of the mound  
My parents lost, I too ne'er shall be found.  
  
The POW: A soldier once yet now a tattooed drone,  
sixteen eleven scarred upon my bone.  
Were I to see the shimmer of a sword,  
I'd cut it off to see my just reward.  
And with this know that I am too   
A Prisoner of war, now 'tis true  
to see a fate most soldiers dread with fear  
to be the victim of our fight so clear.  
I  join the ranks of those chosen to die  
I concentrate on my escape to fly.  
  
Nadya: Carry I mark of eleven, elev'n -   
rings like a song of a bird sent from Heav'n.    
And never a day past this will my breast,   
be less proud of the gift I possess.   
To lift my breath and voice to the sky,   
'tis in this way I shalt ne'er die.    
Here 'mongst the carak of my Romani descent,   
I pledge I shall ne'er my path to repent.  
For I am of people both proud and possessed,  
with the knowledge that we art forever blessed.  
  
Light Shift 
 
Scene 3: All Actors move into a triangular formation
They speak and gesture in unison. 


The Masses: Note ye "the truth" that infected us all, when keeper  
of hounds of hell stood tall, and 'twas let loose upon the lands of  
our home, to create a mass of torturous drones.  As history  
proves again, and again - this is the plight of all "humane" men.   
Wars siege and destroy then fade like the ashes, as the hearts of  
the wronged that it abashes.  
See you the truth behind the masked face, the one that strangles  
within an embrace, hear you the words we were taught to  
believe, which now are the cause of all of our grief.  
Whilst you set forth on this historic journ, see you the genocide  
present and learn.  For we are repeaters of poems and prayers,  
we are the makers of history's scares.  
And the laces that bind us through and through, are just a tie to  
another man's shoe.  Slip it on for a try, walk but a mile, and see  
what it's like to face his life's trial.  
 
Light Shift 
  
All Actors replace shoes to spot & form lines.  The Voice spews its propaganda.   
 
The Voice: Truth that rests upon thy heart brings thee here.   
The Truth giveth approof  to what we fear. Those that carry the  
star art lesser men. The Truth doth lead us to a better end.  The  
Truth is your leader listen to him well, else thou shalt find thy  
soul 'mongst hounds of hell. Affy thy leader, thy king for he hast  
formula to capitulate our cast, and pronounce our race, the  
purest of all, to make each German stand tallest of tall!  
  
Pin spot up on Nadya breaks free to speak.  
  
Nadya: Once long ago in a land we called home,   
lived a band of our people proud and strong,  
We lived off the land and the gifts of our art,  
and travel we did, to follow our heart.  
In one cloaked night it shattered in fire,  
as they took us away from their growing empire,  
to a place as bleak as a desert of snow,  
the home that once was, never I'd know  
again, for we were no longer aloud,  
to be the Romani strong, palecido and proud.  
   
Nadya & The Woman on train. All Prisoners play  
characters on train.  
  
Nadya: Puri Daj?    
  
Woman: So si tut ando shoro?  
  
Nadya: Where takest us this train so full and dark?   
When whilst we see the daylight spark?  
  
Woman: Fear not my little Chey, it stays the course,   
to take us far from where the fighting is worse.   
No more we hear the bombs and feel earth quake,  
as in night's bed thy slumber thee doth take.   
 
Nadya: Soske? Must we leave our caravan behind?  Canst we  
travel in our family line?  


Woman: My little Nadya, hopeful as her name, to travel with our  
family causes shame.  
 
Nadya: Shame? But we Romani never cared - We know the truth  
so we are never scared.   
 
Woman: Little soldier of mine heart,   
thou at a tribute to our kin.  
Hold strong my little chey,  
for I do fear, the worst hast yet to begin.  
  
Light shift 
 
Scene 4: All Actors move into diagonal line formation.  They 
speak and gesture in unison. 
 
The Masses: See thou the lines the trains and the track of 
people who ne'er will return aback, to life they once held with 
joyous refrain, the songs they once sang in the dark now r'main.  
 
The actors freeze while Voice turns to speak.
 
The Voice: The war of truth and justice is the Christian way,  
it rages upon us now in light of day.  
And thou art a criminal if it be so  
harbor thee heart of Jew, Gypsy or foe,  
thou art the enemy of our race,  
thou canst not escape this place!  
  
Pin spot up on Nadya - breaks free to speak. 
  
Nadya: They herded us in to a "camp" like no other,  
a place I would not have sent enemy or brother.  
They tallied us up and tattooed our skin,  
They scrubbed us down 'til it burned from within.  
Our clothes and our things were taken away,  
The mizhak Ataman yelled through the day,  
Around us the words of a terrible man,  
who said we, all prisoners, t'were not human.  
  
Nadya , The Girl & The Boy. All Prisoners play characters in  
Auschwitz Concentration Camp. Triangular line facing out towards audience.  
 
The Girl: My skin burneth and mine eyes sting with tears,  
Oh Mother where art thou, come rid my fears!  
 
Nadya: Don't worry, thy mother is further on up,  
she'll meet you where e're they are taking us!  
 
The Boy: Hush!  If thou speakest is worst!  Don't sayeth a word 
or thou shalt be cursed!  
 
Nadya: An amriya? By who the soldiers there? They could'st not  
a curse cast if try they dare!  
 
The Boy: No 'tis true!  I hear 'tis chamber of gas, they'll walk you  
inside and you'll ne'er come back!  
 
The Girl: Gas? What is gas? Like the wash dost hurt too?  
 
Nadya: Hush now my sweet, they wont do it to you.  
 
The Boy: 'Twill happen to thee b'fore 'twill to me!  First weak and 
the sick, then the girls are the pick.  
 
Nadya: Hush now! Thou scarest this sweet little one, there's  
nothing to fear we'll soon find your mum!  
  
Light Shift 
  
Scene 5: All Actors move into a triangular formation.
  
The Masses: The shadow cast o'er one country, then many, the  
man and his myths then grew into plenty, and poisoned the  
minds of the children & men, where once a kind spirit of  
country had been.  
  
Light Shift 
  
All Actors on triangles. Voice turns, masked.


The Voice: Dost thou believe? Dost thou hearest mine voice?  
Believeth thee in the popular choice?  Volcanoes erupt from the  
smallest of word, to seek out the least intelligent herd, and most  
read'ly convinced I do surmise -  shall claim Heaven be Hell,  
torture, paradise.  
  
Pin spot up on Nadya in her DS spot.   
  
Nadya: Men who were heroes, once protected us,  
believed his speeches, propaganda and such,  
abandoned their posts at the doors of our land,  
and formed colonies of worker bees for his band.  
They swore away what they loved and they knew,  
They turned their backs upon all that was true,  
And let those they needed to care for the most,  
Take up the chains of the banished ghost.  
  
The Guard, The Officer & The Voice. The Voice does not turn until the guard exits.  
  
The Guard: Sieg Heil and hark - thy wish is my command,  
Forever one the Aryan race shall band  
together in this plight to purest end  
And see only the likes of honest men  
Set forth under his guide to wage our war,  
the only purpose man can true insure.  
  
The Guard Exits. The Voice turns around. He is unmasked.
 
The Voice (about the guard): 'Tis fortunate he cannot think for  
self. Tho, that he were foe, I'd not fear his stealth. 
 
They laugh.   
 
The Voice: And thou? Thou art intelligent and brave, yet thy  
stealth leads me to not know thy behave. Dost thou pledge to  
protect thy pure country?  
 
The Officer: I pledge as t'were to mine own family.  
 
The Voice: And thou know'st we need not heroes, but men who  
band together my demands to attend?  Officers are all of one tie -  
that bonds our armies, even should'st they die.  
 
The Officer: I find honor in the collective mine Furah, and 'twill 
carry out all the demands of thy purer race and religion without  
question of why.  I pledge as soldier to do this or die!  
 
The Voice regards The Officer, speaks calculatingly.


The Voice: Thou hadst a fiance I'm told 'twas a Jew.  
 
The Officer: Adopted, the maid, that I not knew. -But she no 
longer a part of my life. She will ne'er take my love or hand as 
my wife.  
 
The Voice: Nor share your bed when secretly permits?  
 
The Officer: She hast been taken away to Auschwitz.  
 
The Voice: Which is of my concern as I send you there now.  
 
The Officer: I wouldst not touch her were she the last frau!  
 
The Voice: Your emotions are strong - don't let them away - or  
'twould be with thine own life thee might pay.  
 
The Officer: Mine Furah, I vow, I loveth her naught.  The trail of  
deceit she wove was a plot, to pretend she was that of blood  
pure, but that is her curse, thou resteth assure.  
 
The Voice: Then to your post! Soldier, manage it well.   
Remember make only Heaven of Hell.  
  
The Officer salutes and turns formally and walks off.    
 
Lights Shift 
   
  
Scene 6: All Actors on triangle platforms, x each other, switching platforms.  The Guard stays in his position. The Officer x paths with The Young Woman. 
  
The Masses: Shipped to the ends of the earth it would seem, to  
where no soul couldst there ever redeem the tortures t'were  
done, those couldst never mend, the people who had to endure  
and defend.  
   
Lights Shift 


The Voice turns, masked & spews its propaganda..   
 
The Voice: The creator, mighty and all knowing, has unto mine  
eyes given showing. He has spoken to me, shows me the way to  
make our people strongest, smartest of race - and he tells me  
who hast truth they must face.  We must rise high above and rid  
ourselves of, the ones who shalt ne'er know of his love.  
  
Pin spot up on Nady - breaks free to speak. 
  
Nadya: The voice of reason was lost to a fiend,   
and cast to nightmares, we couldst not have dreamed,   
He tooketh the wife, the child, the friend,  
and scattered their ashes where pain wouldst not end.  
  
Nadya sings: Lift up your voice & sing with e, if you've no voice I'll sing for thee.  
  
Nadya: But we rose above in the days of our toil,   
we held out our hands, our love wouldst not spoil,  
Yes even amongst the stench and the death,  
We gave to our songs, some in their last breath.  
  
The Young woman enters the room with her head down. The 
Officer has his back to her upon entry, he turns to regard her, slams hand on desk.


Officer: Whore! Thou wouldst do best to look upon me now.  
 
The Young Woman looks up and sees her former fiancé.  
 
The Young Woman: How hast thou come to guard this cage of 
hell?  
 
The Officer: Shut thy trap and speak no more free of will.  Thou 
hast luck I have found thee breathing still.   
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The Young Woman: 'Tis so, have not taken me yet to kill.  
 
The Officer: Nor shall they, presently under mine eye - Thou 
shalt clean the floors I walk on b'fore die.  
 
The Young Woman walks to the Officer and takes his face in her  
hands.  
 
The Young Woman: Then 'tis true thou dost love me even now?  
 
The Officer pushes her to the ground.  
 
The Officer: Love thee?  HA! Thou art nothing but a Jew and a  
traitor! BOW!  
 
The Young Woman: I bow to thee, but traitor never I - Not to 
thee, country nor my God on high!  
 
The Officer: Thou dost not have a country simple Jew!  As for 
love, thou art a traitor through 'n through.  
 
The Young Woman: If I am homeless 'tis not cause I'm Jew. 
Traitor I'll ne'er be due to lack of love for you.  
 
The Officer: Couldst never have been love thou promised me - as 
I ne'er knew thine true identity.  
 The Young Woman: Oh contraire my love, thou art the sole one, 
who knew the woman I had then become.  Thou spoke to mine 
heart with eyes of true love, but shut me down as if told from 
above.  
 The Officer: 'Tis from above, whence mine orders came.  
 The Young Woman: And those orders cover up your shame?  
The love I knew now dost change his face, to be the puppet of a 
"master race" - that exist only in the mind,   
of one who's brain and soul are more than blind,  
If insane were a reward we cherished so,  
then he the worthy Tin God wouldst ever glow!  
But he like my love will fallest fast,  
if he and thee continue on this path.  
 

Lights Shift 
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