regal air in spite of a decaying facade
gazing beyond the melee of aliens
besieged by locals scrambling for silver
caught between graves robbed and
simply trying to make ends meet
camels rise and fall in endless servitude
slaves to the whim of cruel or kind masters
warding off the sands of time
beyond the still stones resisting oblivion
swarms of buildings rise piling one on
another with windows unfinished
cars honking and jostling for advantage
life in all its sordid glory gasps, fights
holding on to the whisper of a hope
past days of splendor yet to come
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