Under the rubble

Tens of thousands of bodies. Children, women, men. Their graves their collapsed homes. Lives snuffed out so carelessly, it is staggering. The cruelty incomprehensible

And the world goes into hysteria over a few other bodies, apparently more worthy than those whose lives filled the spaces the rubble has removed.

The asymmetry of the news feed is so staggering that it makes me feel ill.

Freedom is not mine unless you have yours. 

All lives matter or no lives matter.

The righteousness of one group to claim peace and freedom cannot come at the price of ghettos, apartheid and endless power differentials over another group. That the perpetrator has a history that knows this experience so very well makes this hard to fathom. Surely compassion and mutual understanding? But no. The injury is too great. The wound unreconciled.

Under the rubble. Bodies and bones and lost futures. So many bodies and bones and lost futures. Families literally shattered into pieces.

The world should hang its collective head in shame. That we do not is the greater worry.

For to them, me. Not separate. One. The human family.

Photo Taken October 18th 2025, Article published October 18th, 2025