Their Warscapes, Our Dream States

Bare feet dancing on crystal clean dirt streets. Hands locked together, floating above hot desert sand. Faces made of smiles born of golden solar flares. Concrete buildings strung across villages become Christmas lights under a crescent moon. Warm homes made of skeleton boxes by child-like eyes and adult-like dreams. And then war happens. and it happens and it happens and all of its benefits and insurances that come and go with it. but still they carry big dreams the exact way we've been carrying the American dream, [...]