Post-War America (land of sand)

Walking in an ocean with no water
The currents actually drag the sandy tides
A wandering salesman stops to try and barter
I ignore his pitch and see where he resides
Underneath a darkened bridge -
Bits are cracked and broken
The sun beats upon this unforgiving image
Causing me to remain unspoken
Holding onto to my family
But they disappeared
Along with everyone who didn't receive my apology
Remembering when they once cheered;
Walking along the same sandy plains
I stumble upon a small town
Women and children look sick with bloody stains
The city seems tainted all around
I'm a stranger among these residents
Here in the 'Land of the Free'
This brave nation has collapsed under the continents
Lost and damned we are to be

Post-War America has seen the future
Now the remaining are alive to live through this torture