Ah!
Four Other Voices
(Again from Sandburg.)
Make us one new dream, us who forgot,
Out of the storm let us have one star.
[She stops and looks mournfully down upon them, all the people, and shakes her head.
Whereupon, the music going mad again, the people begin all to move and shift about in little, futile designs and, at the same time, on Freedom’s left, a cone of men shoot acrobatically up. There are not more than a dozen figures in it. They wear hot purples and outrageous masks and speak in unison.]
The Cone
You people,
What are you to Freedom?
What is Freedom to you?
You have no rights, but only duties.
Produce!
Faster and faster.
Harder and harder.
It doesn’t matter
How tired you are.
Produce, do you hear?
[Whereupon a second cone shoots up on Freedom’s right. It is exactly like the first except that the men in it are dressed in dirty red and orange.]
The Second Cone