Katar O Katar

Katar oh Katar
How hot thou art
In thou dusty robe
Caressed by the cheeky sand
Thou fair coloured skin
Devoured by the Sun
Like a starved lion.
Thy contours beautified
On the sweat of the impoverished ones
Thy face brightened up
On the pains of the unlettered ones

Katar O Katar
What were thou before they discover thee?
How beautiful were thou?
No one took notice of thee.
Thou taketh notice of everyone
They discovered thee for thy treasure
They came to give thee a face lift
In return thou deny them a spirit lift
What would thou be if they leaveth thee

Katar O Katar
Thy roads are turned into
Lethal Racing Circuits
By the waves of arrogant drivers
Thy skyline turned artificial
With pompous extravagance
Thy night sky lit up
By neon lights
Making the moon redundant

Katar O Katar
Many wanteth to espouse thee
Like the Irish
Rushing to America
In search of gold
Thou openeth thy arms
With tempting Benefits in Kind
To higher hopes
And whence they here
Thou wrappeth them round thy fingers

Katar O Katar
Thou maketh me wonder
Thou continue to amaze me
Thou art mystifying!
In Thou I findeth one of
The Fables of Lafontaine
Realised.