They did not lose their lives.

They did not lose their lives.

Nuttyahoo has a war, AI AI Booom!

It is not a matter of looking around to see where those lives were misplaced, forgotten, left behind, dropped behind the sofa, dropped by accident as we got out of the car, left behind in the supermarket.

Their lives were stolen and not by stealth.

Their lives were taken, openly, in full view, not in a secret act or by mistake - their bodies were ruined, destroyed, violently, cruelly, intentionally. Block by block. AI AI oh.

Limbs were ripped from bodies. Hands that will never caress a grandchild's forehead, legs that will never dance again, fingers that will never again play music or prepare food and share it lovingly.

Throats that will never laugh again, or sing lullabies, or pray, eyes that will not tear up in bliss or sadness.

Their internal organs were crushed by pressure waves from hi-tech explosive munitions designed to do exactly that, delivered from the most advanced jets that industry can build, by shells sent by tanks and howitzers, carefully aimed to cause the most destruction possible.

AI AI Oh!

Their hearts will not flutter in new love, their lungs will not fill nor will their throats and hearts sing at weddings, their eyes will not see the years of growth and maturation of their children, or their parents, they will not take selfies at sunset to share to their friends and family.

Their guts were spilled, splattered and spread across the walls that no longer stand to protect these families that they might sleep soundly and in love.  Body bags of parts of bodies, the remains, what is left is unrecognisable as a person, as a human being.

They were blinded, they were broken in pieces, they were battered and brutalised and their surviving relatives had to bury them under an AI rain of hellfire, rockets and white phosphorus. 

AI AI oh.

The survivors sleepless with trauma can see the stars, they can see the moon and they can see the flares through the spaces where ceilings once kept them safe from the rain and the sun. 

They have no toilets, no fresh running water, they have no food. They have no medicines, they have no counselling. They comfort each other by being still in it together, sharing what is left, which is closer to nothing with each and every bombing raid.  They have no cookers, they have no fridges and they live under plastic sheeting, they live crowded into the remaining homes, a family in each room, shivering in fear, in despair, in unbearable condition waiting for the bomb earmarked for that dwelling. They know the meaning of Genocide. The lived experience, short as it is, unbearable as it is is still far too long.

AI AI oh.

The Israeli State War diet is to the death of all the innocents, their sordid claim that peace is the aim of this growing pile of bones of Palestinian families is vulgar psychopathy institutionalised.

The USUK ruling class cheer them on. The USUK media dumb down their reporting. The USUK ruling class urge restraint in public, citing self defence, while they allow the Israeli State to continue. ‘Tone it down a bit’ they say, in public. 

They send more weapons to Ukraine, they send more weapons to Israel, they send more weapons everywhere war is active, as their shares in warfare industries increase in value. 

These are our Ruling Class. We vote for them and we pay them. And this is what we get. We are the lucky ones. They will not bomb us, will they?

We see this on our screens. We see this on our phones. 

I have long known that every war does this.  This is what war is. No war has ever been fought without harming the innocents, men, women, children and elders and their villages and towns, their cities. Horror movies are scary, war is disgusting, revolting, degrading. 

There are no heroes, the myth of honour is a veil.

It takes real human courage, it takes immense effort, it tales great heart and kindness to make Peace the task. It will take all of us to make peace a reality.

Today the USUK population correctly protest, pointing to the innocence of these Palestinian families. We hate marching, the weathers is not great, and we fervently wish we had nothing to protest, that we could instead demonstrate love and make empathy our polity’s core - our marches are not hatred, even though the ruling class hate them. Striking nurses do not hate, they care.

We did not hold our War criminals to account in 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005 and six and seven and eight and beyond, even as we had the evidence. 

They all walk free, enriched, pensioned, protected and they have more than they need, whilst poverty is intentionally maintained in order to ensure the wealth extraction faction remains  dominant.

We - you and I and our neighbours, we who live on every street - we cannot undo the harm done, and we must ask ourselves now - 'What can we do to prevent more harm?'

How do we live on with integrity, without relying on hope, faith or comfort to get us through and where will we find the shared determination to end the warfare that we are all paying for, so that peace has a chance?

The cost of murder crisis has many layers. 

They did not lose their lives, they will not get them back, we know where they went, we still have ours.

Kindest regards

Corneilius

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