The nomads of the east are upon us, <br />Life here is bleak, since armed combat is certainness. <br />The nomads of the east prefer clothing of beauty, <br />Happiest beauty prevails with battle, for it is duty. <br /> <br />The warriors of the west are us, <br />Working with brilliance and briskness. <br />Life shall remain like a powerful hair, <br />This hair hangs like an age to compare. <br /> <br />Entire bodies, robes of desire are contemplating <br />Why we are here, why are we here in conflict? <br />Too many wars are too many lives decapitating, <br />In fury, in debilitating state, always to object.<br /><br />Naveed Akram<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nomadic-tribes/
