Our Children Are Left To Play
Borei Kela, Phnom Penh, Cambodia. My backyard for a short while, where our children are left to play. It might be far away from most readers on this site, somewhere in a so called developing or 3rd world (imperialist bullshit English) country, but we are all part of it, we are doing it as well. Our conscience is mutual. Living behind a white picket fence or an olive green hedge with a bank account to follow doesn’t exclude you. This is what our children are left to play in.