They have deserts that never end,
and coasts where the horizon bends.
From Morocco’s shore to Oman’s sand,
the Arabs hold too much land.
They have Jordan, quiet and small,
and Saudi Arabia, towering tall.
They have Yemen’s mountains, Qatar’s gold,
and Kuwait where the oil is sold.
They have Lebanon, with cedar trees,
and Syria, scarred by history’s seas.
They have Iraq, they have Sudan,
and Mauritania’s endless span.
They have Egypt’s Nile, Bahrain’s tide,
the Comoros where the warm winds glide.
They have Somalia, they have Djibouti,
Libya’s dunes and Tunisia’s beauty.
They have Algeria, they have Morocco,
Palestine’s sorrow, Oman’s long shadow.
The Emirates gleam, yet still they claim,
while others vanish from the game.
So much land, so wide, so far —
yet they still reach for what’s not theirs,
like thieves who already own the stars.