Their Warscapes, Our Dream States

Bare feet dancing on
crystal clean dirt streets.
Hands locked together
floating above the hot desert sand.
Faces made of smiles
born of golden solar flares.
Concrete buildings strung across villages
like 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,
that has yet to come true.

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