This is what refugees run from.
The calm, deliberate, cool proficiency of the military machine. There is no humanity in it, no Blood of Ages coursing through its hydraulic veins, but hybrid death engines pitted, carelessly committed to mutual apocalypse.
In between the two, the brave have no voice.
Kainoa Little’s photographs tell the story of a war zone. He was in Mosul, Iraq during April 2017. No mainstream media wanted to buy his photographs so he published them anyway.
>Photographs: Kainoa Little, more here<
© Rivenrod 2017
The chaff of humanity blown by the winds of war onto the face of the world.