Lawrence of Arabia

Ghost of a desert,
made him act
like a man-made-mad

In the desert,
there was a rose
and a cliché
which formed over
and chose again

Longing hours of a night
rays of light stepping inside
Black and white is the colour
of a photographers mind
In the desert, is it yellow?

Man asked a question
he wast drafted
to serve the glory

One nation under
the service of one
with no contradictions

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