You were killed because you were a journalist,
because of what you wrote, of the plight of your
people, of the crimes of the occupier, and your
family was killed with you, as is the habit
of the occupier, and the next day your killer
invades a third country and your colleagues
in the 'West' who haven't reported about
the murder of you and your family, are busy
coming up with other words than 'invasion'
to describe the invasion, calling it "a limited
ground incursion" to please your killer,
while you and your family, your precious
children, are in your quickly dug, shallow
graves and journalism is there buried with you.
01.10.2024
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