My Country Calls for Me Poem

I shall return. I shall return
My country calls for me
On paved roads, I shall walk
To a golden, renovated capital I shall land,
Hosting embassies representing other foreign nations
I shall return to the villages,
And realise one of my dreams
The milk of the camel dripping from my mouth
The surrounding sound of the call to prayer,
Flooding my ear drums with ambient joy.
To the citizens back home, dear auspicious residents,
That live amongst anxiety, however retaining simplicity
For we face the same worry in the west.
I shall return. I shall return
To prolong my pain, that with each day
My country calls for me.