What the hell is going on?

What the hell is going on? What am I seeing? I don’t know how I am going about my days watching a live streamed genocide and man made famine in Gaza. Living like a zombie. Numb. Just numb. Oh poor me with food and safety everyday.

It’s the Gazans that are being starved to death and massacred every single day by Israel. Bombed in their houses or the refugee camps they have been forced into. Shot dead for sport as they to get food, forced into concentration camp style “Aid sites”.

What kind of world are we living in?

Gazans are being bombed daily by Israel, signed with marker pens. What kind of sick person signs a bomb? Smiling as they do.

Children, Women and Men ripped to shreds. Blown to a million pieces.

I’ve watched parents scrambling through rubble trying to reach their buried kids.

People squished to death under the weight of the houses they once lived in, blown to bits by Israel.

Parents gathering what remains of their children’s shredded body parts into plastic bags. Children, gathering their parent’s body parts.

Kids with pieces of shrapnel scattered all over their small bodies.

Kids with their insides spilling out of their small bodies.

Heads cracked open exposing brains. A boy watches on in horror.

Tonnes of bombs, dropped onto refugee camps, onto tents, Tents! Pieces of tarpaulin.

Refugee camps full of people displaced by this barbarism, bombed.

Hospitals bombed.

Schools bombed.

Universities bombed.

Mosques bombed.

Churches bombed.

A mother and her son walking side by side. Bombed.

Children playing in a makeshift playground. Bombed.

Aid workers. Shot dead.

Journalists. Shot dead or bombed.

Drones play audio of crying kids at night, the adults come out to see what’s going on, the drones shoot them dead.

All of this by the most moral army in the world.

Genocide, confirmed by the UN but we’ve been shouting it out loud for nearly two years. Ethnic Cleansing. Forced displacement. Barbarism. Terrorism. Israel is a terror state.

Protest.

Boycott.

Speak up.

Or tell your children you did nothing.