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Cheering On Your Genocide
Every time I let the tap run, I feel guilty
Every time I fill my belly, I turn away from the screen.
Every time the key clicks to my door, I can open and walk around.
But you and yours are raised to the ground.
No guilt from those who cheer on your genocide.
Monday 9th June 2025 7:01 pm
Everyday someone is Killed on your street...
Everyday someone is Killed on your street. . .
No one says or does anything to help . . .
It’s not your street. . .
But everyday someone is killed on a Gaza Street
A human being just like you and me
Monday 12th May 2025 3:50 pm
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