A free verse of life

In this poetic verse of the alkaline world,
Groups of shattered hopes from faithful people emerge.

As the sweat of blood runs down my eyes,
I see the bitters of the eastern pearl.

As the thirty-three hundred camels walk forth its history,
The hearts of the victors yell.

As the suits invade fashion,
The minds of the liberals were trained.

As the bloods from the sword drops,
The courage of the crying child was re-born

The land of the sunshine was filled with darkness,
Poverty that became the key to death,
Corruption that led to the opening of the wicker’s eye.

Truly the dawn is waiting,
So is the horizon.