the histogram of the bereft
Listen Gazan mothers.
It’s just propaganda.
Indeed
grief can be
photoshopped.
Blood when dry is
CMYK 35 85 100 50
But the blood of
Children is
Always that unsettling sort of red
CMYK 29 100 99 36
red that jokes of life
before it settles to clot.
Rubble piles up easily
with the pattern stamp tool,
layered with custom shapes;
an arm and a leg and some
random unidentifiable tissue for depth.
You could even
layer via cut
and hide
children
in the UN school.
Sweep over the
history brush tool
and back
when beds were safe
are Tahrir, Ikram, Samar, Dunia, and Juhar
scratching the sleep from their eyes.
Edit.
Clear.
Wake up Ayah.
Wake up Ayah.
It’s just propaganda.
http://electronicintifada.net/v2/article10120.shtml
http://electronicintifada.net/v2/article10112.shtml
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090106/ap_on_re_mi_ea/ml_israel_palestinians
The pictures so generously smattered for the infotainment of a jaded world show terrified children, dead children, bloodied and riddled with the holes of unfortunate circumstance and they horrify, they rob of us of language but this gives it words, conveying the heartlessness of a unjust war.
Why God?
i don’t know why this post made me cry.
im done saying theres beauty in sadness. but u capture it so well. its beyond sad. its heart wrenching imagery and a story that tells what u said b4: we’re a planet of people who have forgotten to be human. we do. then cut and hide. and life? carries on.