Under threat of Isis

Age, years with the second change of the night time.
Dancing over my words, and to work.
Isis shadows lurk everywhere,
they do not ever sleep without war camps patrol
under the open sky. Evil, and the danger of the trap
young adventurer.
Mother Earth would dispute thoughts tired
refugee camp for a moment to sit down.
I just think about what is the children a peaceful country,
which not only ruins every home?

I guess somewhere in the desert caravans in peace
towards the oasis still roam?
What is our end of our journey,
whether the point desolate ruins of our planet this?