He called her
The soul of his soul
Child in arms
Joyfulness overflowing
Laid crumpled upon the earth
Ash filled  hair
Dust covered face
Guns and bombs
Destruction
We call ourselves the human race
We watch
We see
We witness
We cry
We march
All whilst they die
Now
Soul meets soul
Heavens cry
When gentle men lay down to die
Heart breaks
With each vision
Blood on hands of politicians
Complicit in war
They will one day
Meet their maker
What will they tell
When they are turned away
Direction travelling straight to hell

And we moan about the weather
And the tax rising
We moan about Christmas
And the money we’re spending

All whilst their children are dying
Children pray in Gaza
They pray and they play
No schools
No hospitals
No food
Family they lost
All they had

And I share about Geniside
Onto my media
1 like
1 heart
1 tearful emoji
1 angry face at a push

When did we get so good at this
So good at looking the other way

We learnt about ****** in school and yet we would of let that go if we had witnessed it
We would of turned our faces and our backs

Why do people not want to talk about this ?  to make this right ?
It doesn’t concern them
I get it …
Or do I ?