Ar-Ribaaṭ

In Morocco, there is a city so grand, Rabat is its name, oh how it stands! By the Atlantic Ocean, it proudly resides, With a population that cannot hide. Founded long ago, in the twelfth century, By the Almohads, a dynasty so legendary. Rabat grew and flourished, oh what a sight, But then came a decline, a period of blight. In the seventeenth century, pirates found their way, Rabat became their haven, where they would stay. But the French came along, and took control, Making Rabat their center, with a strong hold. When independence came, in nineteen fifty-five, Rabat became the capital, so alive. With its sister cities, Temara and Salé, A conurbation of people, in a vibrant display. Though its role as a port has somewhat waned, Rabat still thrives, industries sustained. With tourism and embassies, it shines so bright, A city of importance, in Morocco's sight. Random page: Yi'an