I Seek An Oasis

In this infinite barren land, 

Among the cacti and the scorpions’ sting, 

I seek an oasis, though unseen yet. 

This desert, soaked in blood, spreads, 

With every step, the thorns and shadows close. 

I wonder, parched, amidst the endless wars, 

Rivalries that scorch and riots that burn. 

Disease and hatred infect the very air, 

Yet still I hope for respite from this strife, 

A hidden oasis in this relentless waste.