The Sand-Dwellers Poem by Elmer Romulo Valdez

Teh sand-dwellers are now gone,
Just another disappearing tribe;
The sand dunes are all undone,
The gladiators are on the drive.

The table of arid earth,
Constantly swept by desert wind;
Turns into a defenseless fortress,
The rugged vales become unkind.

The sand is always a battleground,
Which absorbs spilt blood swiftly;
Now lizards and scorpions abound,
With rams and camels for company.

The sand-dwellers are now afar,
Their empire turned into tombs;
As the ever-consuming ancient war,
Can't be ended by words and bombs.