Projekt Gaza

A rose. A letter. Gunshots. Blood.
The Day of Judgement?

The thought of the victim who gave the former two and received the latter.

The sky is splitting. Absolute sign of the last Day.

If only he knew, it was his head that had been opened up.
Small, smaller, smallest. In Age. Next, to be slaughtered….

This kept me thinking. Is this what Moses, Jesus or Mohammed preached?
No. Nay. Nada. Maybe Lucifer.
Maybe, his form of revenge before the fallen angel becomes one of the nonexistent ones.

And then a day will come when ....

A rose. A letter. Peace. Harmony.


I bow down in prostration to the God Almighty for the thousands of small lives lost a few hundred miles from where we are breathing luxury.