photo-1 from desert plains they moved, so young so wild and alive
they were raised to believe the sea would dry before they died
across these wide oceans, smoke blacks out innocent days
so old misers can cash out in places they pray and prey

218. Wartime Lovers by: Rose Windows


I'm posting this particular song today because it reminds me of this piece by Sayed Kashua and Etgar Keret which I have not stopped thinking about since I read it last week.