Faces frozen in pixels,
children’s bodies draped in pale cloth,
their stillness a scream muted by screens.
Eyes that once held starlight
now lie shut, cradled by Gaza’s dust.
Each click unearths another wound –
small coffins stacking in endless feeds,
blood pooling like ink on forgotten pages.
My breath catches, tangled in guilt,
as their silence chokes the air I breathe.
The world spins on, unseeing,
smartphones glow with trivial hum –
likes for lattes, memes over massacres.
Leaders mumble hollow words,
borders sketched in fading lines,
while algorithms drown the cries
in streams of ads and fleeting trends.
Compassion frays, worn thin by repetition,
how many deaths before we turn away?
History’s shadow looms heavy,
the Holocaust’s pain a sacred scar,
invoked to forge a nation’s shield.
“Never again” echoes, but twists –
a tragedy’s weight wielded to blur
the carnage streaming live before us.
Not deceit, but a knot of memory,
diverting eyes from the present’s truth –
children fading in real-time ruin.
On glowing screens, genocide unfolds,
frame by frame, life by stolen life.
The world must halt, must witness
beyond banners and old wounds,
to the human toll carved in every loss.
Indifference is the sharpest blade –
let us shatter the quiet,
carry the grief,
and demand a peace
that mourns and mends all broken hearts.
© Bakchos 2025
