A long corridor traversing many lands,
Landscapes rugged and seas of sand,
Races fierce and water scarce,
Many tounges spoken, and cloths weft
The breads changed like the shifting sands
The goods passed thru many hands
carried on the ships of the desert
Spreading their spicy aroma afloat
the buyers await at the Mediterranean shores
they tailor the fine silks and sell them to swanky stores
the corridor got lost in the sands of time
embedded in grenades and land mines
they ruined tall statues centuries old
the history must again be told
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