Let me show you what they assembled.
Lavender is an AI engine
that flags tens of thousands of Palestinian men for death.
The Gospel spits out more than 100 bombing targets a day—
names that once took military intelligence a full year to gather.
Where’s Daddy, the sick name of a tracker
that follows a man home,
then kills him there,
where his children are.
Twenty seconds.
Enough time for an officer to glance a target,
just long enough to see the shadow of a male.
This is not the fog of combat.
This is a factory.
Those who run it believe the land
was promised to them by God.
That is the sum that should stalk your sleep—
the slickest killing apparatus ever turned on a people,
operated by a state with a theological alibi.
The same trap is deployed against anyone who speaks up.
They tell the queer organiser:
those people would never stand with you.
They tell the feminist:
those people would never march for you.
The chorus does not shift.
Your compassion is wasted
because the dying do not echo your words.
A child should not need the correct ideology to deserve to live.
That is not a radical statement.
It used to be the floor.
The thing everyone agreed on
before we began means-testing
who deserves to live.
A child in Gaza did not script Europe’s antisemitism.
A family in Rafah did not run the death camps.
Yet they are paying the bill all the same—
in levelled streets,
in families,
in children.
Every major military on earth is studying what Israel has done in Gaza.
They are taking notes.
The manual being drafted in plain view
proves that you can kill at scale,
from a distance,
with a 20-second glance and
a holy text as a warrant,
and the world will watch and qualify and explain.
This poem is a paraphrase of an article that I failed to note the URL for but you can find information on Lavender, The Gospel and Where’s Daddy? here. It is sickening. Israel is a sick society, and for both Jews and Palestinians to remain safe, it needs to be destroyed.
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
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