
REMEMBER how they bombed the upturned fishing boats on the beach.
Fishermen’s boats, not threatening anyone, but a means of keeping some families alive.
Was Hamas napping under the upturned boats? Perhaps the boats themselves were Hamas.
REMEMBER how they blew up all the universities, burned the libraries, Hamas lurking in the books. How hospital after hospital they attacked.
A red line. A war crime.
How they shot and killed doctors, nurses, patients, abducted hundreds more, tortured and raped them.
Hamas, Hamas, Hamas.
REMEMBER how they left all those ICU babies to die.
And how they shot Miss Elham Farah in the street.
Tiny Miss Elham, a Christian descendant of the very first and oldest Christians in the world.
84 years old, the beloved music teacher of Gaza, left to slowly die on the road
Was she hiding Hamas in her beloved accordion, or in the songs she taught the children of Gaza.
REMEMBER 4-year-old Faisil who watched them shoot his parents, shoot his pregnant mother in the stomach. Yes, even babies in the womb are terrorists, they say.
REMEMBER how America, Germany and the UK kept sending the weapons no matter what HORROR was committed, what red line crossed, no matter how many children were slaughtered, no matter how much the whole world screamed, REMEMBER? Don’t ever forget.
REMEMBER how they terrorised everyone to Rafah and called it a “Safe Zone” and then dropped bombs on families in tents.
TWO THOUSAND POUND AMERICAN BOMBS burning them alive in Rafah, in Al-Mawasi, in tents, in schools, at play, at prayer, in the night, in fretful sleep.
Remember, don’t ever forget. It was NEVER about Hamas
A year on, my neighbour says his head feels broken, his little boy – too young to fully know – won’t go near McDonalds ever again, drink Fanta or Coca Cola – wiser than many.
We’re still on the streets in our hundreds of thousands, hearts broken, but full of love, full of rage and resistance.
We see our Palestinian sisters and brothers, their grace, their gratitude.
I’m so ashamed. I don’t know what to say, and they remind us – these beautiful, proud, gentle people – every day why we must keep on, carry their voices, their pain, their cause, a cause we know well.
Zionism will fall. Zionism is mid-fall.
REMEMBER, we are the MANY. They are the FEW.
We are the many, we will see this through till, as the Bible says, the land will vomit them out. The land will vomit them out.
The land that knows its people will vomit them out.
– Áine Hayden
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MAA: I took the liberty of adding some links to online articles and a video to provide more information.
In memory of the victims and in solidarity with the survivors.

From Vietnam to Gaza, from war crimes and crimes against to genocide and ethnic cleansing
Eve of Destruction
The Eastern world, it is explodin’
Violence flarin’, bullets loadin’
You’re old enough to kill but not for votin’
You don’t believe in war, but what’s that gun you’re totin’?
And even the Jordan river has bodies floatin’
But you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
How you don’t believe
We’re on the eve of destruction
Don’t you understand what I’m trying to say
Can’t you feel the fears I’m feeling today?
If the button is pushed, there’s no runnin’ away
There’ll be no one to save with the world in a grave
Take a look around you boy, it’s bound to scare you, boy
And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
How you don’t believe
We’re on the eve of destruction
Yeah, my blood’s so mad, feels like coagulatin’
I’m sittin’ here just contemplatin’
I can’t twist the truth, it knows no regulation
Handful of senators don’t pass legislation
And marches alone can’t bring integration
When human respect is disintegratin’
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin’
And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
How you don’t believe
We’re on the eve of destruction
And think of all the hate there is in Red China
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama
Ah, you may leave here for four days in space
But when you return, it’s the same old place
The poundin’ of the drums, the pride and disgrace
You can bury your dead, but don’t leave a trace
Hate your next door neighbor but don’t forget to say grace
And you tell me
Over and over and over and over again, my friend
You don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction
No no, you don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction