The Holy Land – The gods bleed children’s tears, the bombs fall like raining fears. A mother shrieks her nightmare flame as the blinded world looks for someone to blame. The gray smoke gentley settles to the streets down below…
Documenting the Human Experience
The Holy Land – The gods bleed children’s tears, the bombs fall like raining fears. A mother shrieks her nightmare flame as the blinded world looks for someone to blame. The gray smoke gentley settles to the streets down below…