Run for your lives. Again and again and again. Pack up the pathetic few belongings you have left. Blankets. A couple of pots. Some clothes.
We don’t care how exhausted you are, how hungry you are, how terrified you are, how sick you are, how old, or how young you are. Run. Run. Run. And when you run in terror to one part of Gaza we will make you turn around and run to another.
Trapped in a labyrinth of death. Back and forth. Up and down. Side to side. Six. Seven. Eight times.
We toy with you like mice in a trap. Then we deport you so you can never return. Or we kill you.
Let the world denounce our genocide. What do we care?
The billions in military aid flows unchecked from our American ally. The fighter jets. The artillery shells. The tanks. The bombs. An endless supply.
We kill children by the thousands. We kill women and the elderly by the thousands. The sick and injured, without medicine and hospitals, die.
We poison the water. We cut off the food. We make you starve.
We created this hell. We are the masters.
Law. Duty. A code of conduct. They do not exist for us.
But first we toy with you. We humiliate you. We terrorize you.
We revel in your fear. We are amused by your pathetic attempts to survive. You are not human. You are creatures. Untermensch.
We feed our libido dominandi – our lust for domination. Look at our posts on social media. They have gone viral. One shows soldiers grinning in a Palestinian home with the owners tied up and blindfolded in the background.
We loot. Rugs. Cosmetics. Motorbikes. Jewelry. Watches. Cash. Gold. Antiquities.
We laugh at your misery. We cheer your death.
We celebrate our religion, our nation, our identity, our superiority, by negating and erasing yours.
Depravity is moral. Atrocity is heroism. Genocide is redemption.
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