What would you say?

What would you say?

I don’t think there is anything I can say right now. I feel like the world is broken and the depravity of the last 72 hours is horrifying. What is even more horrifying is how happily most of the population will accept indoctrination and atrocities. And by doing that, you are doing exactly what they want you to do.

Since Tuesday over 700 people, have been murdered. Jets flying overhead dropped endless bombs on families sleeping in canvas tents.

The next day the IOF dropped leaflets adorned with the mug shots of Satanyahu and Orange man and the words,

“The world map will not change if Gaza’s people disappear. No one will notice you. No one will ask about you. Neither America nor Europe cares about Gaza. Even the Arab states. They are our allies. They provide us with money, oil, and arms. They only send you shrouds. The game will end soon.”

What would you say if it was you, or yours, or your home? What would you want the world to say? Would you be happy if others said about you, exactly what you have said about them?

I am 53 years old, and I have had a charmed life as I have been very fortunate to have never known evil that is until I saw what Zionism and hate are capable of. And now that I have seen evil and seen its tentacles creeping into almost every element of society, I would not be able to live with myself if I did not fight it. I will never accept what is happening. I will never accept that it is normal. It is not normal. It will never be normal.

What would you say?

What would you say

to the lifeless child

with ten little perfect toes,

wearing a onesie

decorated with rainbows?

What would you say?

Would you say, “It’s the fault of Hamas”

to explain why this to you, was all ok?

What would you say

to the father kissing the

eyelids of his child as he

whispered, “you’re with

your mother now, you’re the lucky one”?

What would you say?

Would you say, “it’s complicated”

to explain why you looked away?

What would you say

to the starving child who died

before the aid arrived?

As you rifled through your High Street Bags

and sipped your eighth cappuccino of the week.

What would you say?

Would you say, “I simply could not spare a cent,

I can’t afford to give anything away”?

What would you say to the

sobbing child

with the blood congealed in her eyes

who saw two angels

before she died.

What would you say?

Would you say, “’it’s got nothing to do with me”

as F35’s with Aussie parts dropped bombs that fill the world with pain?

What would you say to the

7 young girls who had their limbs removed

without anaesthetic as their

screams reverberated around

the hospital walls?

What would you say?

Would you say, “Israel has a right to defend itself”

as they put their limbs into bags of waste?

What would you say to the

broken, little orphan boy

who started at the wall for hours

because he could not bear to turn around

and see a world where he was all alone?

What would you say?

Would you say, “You’re all human animals.”

and if you did, would that not make you afraid?

What would you say to the

mother who would not let go

of the body of her child because

the morgue was too cold

for her little love?

What would you say?

Would you say that the lives of my children,

matter more?  Does that not take your breath away?

What would you say

if you were asked at heaven’s gate

what would you say,

if the future asks, what did you do,

what would you say

what could you possibly say,

to make looking away

from genocide ok?

What would you say?