Yonder dream

From Mount Everest true,
A bird eye view:
I saw the fantasy dome of Shaan Shah,
Amid virgin forests of Afghanistan.
Dome of gold with diamonds inlaid,
Dazzled like the future sun.
There he abode,
Where the rerouted Nile flowed;
Dancing milky rills, amid chocolate hills,
Eden foliage through obvious range.
Martyr souls clad in fabric strange,
Conversed a major verve,
Exploiting full reserves.
Flying dragons omitting fire were
Carrying nuke war-heads,
Expanse was shielded by a firewall.
I thought I saw Rudolph Hitler, briefing
The chief command, who said:
"The east is mine, west is thine"