Desolate Sands Poem by udoh etido

Dusty caravans of old;
filling history with cold;
Dusty caravans of old;
traveling bare with no sole.

The deserts stretch peacefully;
sinking mortal ships to the abyss;
The heat rises from her skin;
skin filled with sands and sin.

Dusty caravans of old;
carrying silver and gold;
Straight from the Mediterranean seas;
from lands covered by the east.

Strange history bids farewell;
Gold never our scarce help;
traveling about this pile of heap;
the sky plays a faint keep.

Water eludes our soul;
mirages so many untold;
let the sands scorch our feet;
greed has led to deceit.

Dusty caravans of old;
Tuaregs behold strange colds;
Dusty caravans of old;
let this journey burn slow.

The sky lay between us;
our lives made to the dust;
Camels amass a great sight;
water to the eyes a strange vice.

We never sail the ships;
we never behold strange engines;
Ours is a life untold;
moving through dusts of gold.

Dusty caravans of old
bringing peace to familiar foes.

Dusty caravans of old;
our turbans knows no foe.