Camel
A hot sun scorches the desert scene
Sunlight burns my sandy hind,
Hills of sand shine with golden sheen
A constant thirst plagues my mind.
Yet I toil day after day,
with packs of incense, gold, and spice,
only to waste my life away,
hauling goods for dirty men with lice.
All I long for is water and shade,
under the cool oasis palm,
instead of this never-ending trade,
living without calm.
A hot sun scorches the desert scene
Sunlight burns my sandy hind,
Hills of sand shine with golden sheen
Yet I toil day after day,
with packs of incense, gold, and spice,
only to waste my life away,
hauling goods for dirty men with lice.
All I long for is water and shade,
under the cool oasis palm,
instead of this never-ending trade,
living without calm.
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