Against an unimaginable backdrop of human agony, the world is silent. Not a reverent silence. Not a holy silence. An evil and insidious silence
Four coffins are paraded through streets filled with shouting, jeering demons. A woman, two babies, and a grandfather. A nation falls to its knees, weeping. And as this crippling wave of pain comes shrieking out of Israel, the soulless stir their coffee, lace their shoes, and harden their hearts of stone.
Against an unimaginable backdrop of human agony, the world is silent. Not a reverent silence. Not a holy silence. An evil and insidious silence. This silence hisses like a snake. It sounds like soul rot and complicity. It is the silence of hate.
In the image, circulated worldwide, a woman holding two babies screams without sound. How does a civilized world not scream along with a woman holding two babies? Wrapped hastily in a blanket, pulled from their beds. They are warm and their necks smell like sweet milk. Soft red hair brushes against her jaw. Her mouth is a rictus of agony, her arms clutch the babies tightly. The little boy sucks his pacifier and observes. Terrified, the woman looks wildly around for help, but there is none to be found. The world has gone mad. Bloodthirsty and mad. She wonders if this is a nightmare. She prays that she will awaken.
It is not a nightmare. She does not awaken.
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