Juarez 2012

Swollen titted mongrels trot down dusty, littered streets their thin, yelping pups -dead within weeks... For there's distemper and disease adrift in the air the people are sick too, they no longer care. Luminous eyed children frolicking away- they're still young enough to understand play. A little boy shouts, he's so filled with glee he doesn't yet know his country's not free. A few years more and a quick end will come to the frolicking and play, the games and the fun. For this sickness infects the heart and the mind and so, childhood's innocence is left far behind. The streets are now silent the revelry's done and the only sound is the bang of a gun. Yes, this is Juarez diseased, gravely ill where a child's only future is- to die, or- to kill...