You cry for Gaza, but Sudan thirsts

in a famine.

The bloodshed in Yemen

cries to the heavens, but you said nothing

as starvation ravages Africa.

Knowing you, you don’t plan to.

Assad gassed one million civilians to death.

But who marched in the streets for them?

Certainly not you.

Or you.

Or you.

Neither did you.

Terrorists slaughtered innocent Israelis

and you don’t cry for them.

No, you imply it’s their fault.

A blockade, an open-air prison, you say.

But spilling life costs generations

of hatred taught through lessons learned

in migration to a land from which they fled.

In God’s name, their blood screams

for vengeance but finds blame-shifting

from politicians to you at home,

chilling on your couch with your textbooks

that tell you what to think, how to think,

and we’ve only got us to thank.

By Andy Cooper

Twitter: AC0040