Patriotic

We walk proud, where others dare not imagine to tread
Land so endless, like the sky, yet not blue, green nor red
Caressing heat, sandstorms of rage, some heavy as led
Thus, the poetic view, of a man covered by the lower face and head.

Changeless is this old man's most treasured keepsake
Land that will keep buried the very footprint we make
What is it to walk on land that offers nothing you take?
I dare you, outsider, step here on earth not blessed by a river or lake!

Men who ride on black stallions or the back of a persistent camel
Men who long and lust for the next throne-rest upon their saddle
Men who are sleepless, insomnias of scorpions and a snake's rattle
Men who have known far better then all, the truth of war and battle.

I have not forgotten my fathers or the way they had lived and deceased
One third for each food, drink and breathe... the laws of how we feast
These words matter to you not, yet, whatever does... matters to me least
We walk proud, men of principles... men of discipline.... men of the Middle East!