Published as Gaza - The Hindu , August 02, 2014, written by Sudeep Sen. Soaked in blood, children, their heads blown out even before they are formed. Gauze, gauze, more gauze — interminable lengths not long enough to soak all the blood in Gaza. A river of blood flowing, flooding the desert sands with incarnadine hate. An endless lava stream, a wellspring red river on an otherwise parched-orphaned land, bombed every five minutes to strip Gaza of whatever is left of the Gaza strip. With sullied hands of innocent children, we strip ourselves of all dignity and grace. Look at the bodies of the little ones killed — their scarred faces smile, their vacant eyes stare with no malice at the futility of all the blood that is spilt. And even as we refuse to learn from the wasted deaths of these children, their parents, country, world — weep ...
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