^ cries tears as the blood of innocence they lovingly crafted the ♥ of is spilt to richen the lands children called home for the taking by vengeful greed driven warmongers who gargle the name of ^ amidst the legacy of horrors committed they shall never be clean of.
The children of Palestine, those hearts such as Jesus would have called neighbor and friend, have had their lives maimed if not outright stolen from them. For every lost friend, sibling, parent they’ve had taken from them has riddled their hearts with despair and tragedy which will forever be a part of their story, granted they be blessed by ^ to see many more sunrises beyond the next nights to come. Nights which are plagued with fear, uncertainty and hunger being weaponized to terrorize, control and extinguish that light within them set by ^.
What will remain to them to heal when the elected hands of Israel are satisfied it’s excised the cancer it, itself has fed to growth within the region. What will remain to the survivors to return to of infrastructure – hospitals, schools, agriculture, and homes have all been decimated. What hands will shelter and provide for this orphaned generation of children with families shattered by the lead smelted from our collective funding?