He screams for those he's seen fall. The suicides, the od's, the drunken accidents. He screams at injustice. ....
He screams for those he's seen fall. The suicides, the od's, the drunken accidents. He screams at injustice. ....

$300

He screams for those he's seen fall. The suicides, the od's, the drunken accidents. 
He screams at injustice. He screams for those who have no voice. He screams. He screams. He screams.
© 2018 By Duane Kirby Jensen, 
9 x 12 watercolor, ink, and graphite on watercolor paper

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