I dread to read the news of the last thirty hours,
hours that I have been away from the global flow
of information; how many have been murdered
from Palestine to Sudan, are there faces among
the now lifeless that I know, people I have
followed online - and why should it matter if
the dead are known or unknown to me? Their
lives as important whether or not I saw them
before cameras, read their writings online
from articles to calls of help in tweets. Yet
the mind makes the familiar to stand for
all the people slaughtered by the bastards
who we still allow to be monsters.
03.08.2024
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