No roads in, no roads out.
Washed out 40 years ago.
Just this narrow footpath remains.

Yet they live here.
And walk this path daily.
Packing life in and out on their backs.

Even the children know who belongs and who doesn’t.

And they will ask.

If you give a wrong answer, I’m not sure what they’ll do.

Don’t give a wrong answer.

It’s a certain kind of heaven here.
But there is a certain kind of hell around the corner.
Complete with fast food and poison.

You’d keep them out too if you could.