He walked nearly twelve kilometres, barefoot, hungry. Most children like him, if they are lucky eat a single meal every second or third day. When he arrived to where the wheat was being distributed, he smiled. He was happy. Grateful. He kissed the hand of the American contractor who took the above photos.

Then IDF snipers shot him. Killed him along with others.

The world saw it.

Soon, in places like Australia, it will be harder to see such things. Aussies love government, love laws banning things. Speech, what we can see, hear, say. But, do the governments need censorship?

Did the Wikileaks cables really shame them?

Snowden, Manning, Assange are names lost to the algorithms. The Afghanistan, Pentagon, Panama papers did they really change a thing? Content creators and political creatures have made money, careers even on things like the Epstein files. We can watch that dissolve and shift in real time according to the necessity of politics. People still work for them, vote them in, appeal to them, empower them.

Does it matter? If there is or isn’t files with names, dirty details, footage and all, would you care? If you did, what would change?

When people are fed on debt, welfare and bullshit jobs, they have too much to lose to care about what comes tomorrow, about the victims of policy, about little boys murdered under a hot sun with empty bellies. They will nod in approval while political professionals like Penny Wong claim that a fighter-bomber has non-lethal parts, when supplied to a nation that is bombing most of it’s neighbours. But welfare, government jobs, fuck the kids.

111 more Palestinian civilians were killed just recently according to Reuters.

Doctors, aid workers, contractors and even IDF soldiers have spilled their guts to the world, what they saw, witnessed and experienced. Only to realise that much of the world, the powerful parts, the Western world, don’t care.

The innocent bleed out in the dirt, the West loves government so much that more blood will be spilled. More, more, like it has in the past, so to will it be in the future.

I wrote a lot more with details, names, places, but why bother?

It won’t bring that boy back. Or save any more. Just useless words. Who reads any these days anyhow. Maybe a TikTok dance will do something?

In those final moments, captured by the camera, he smiled a sweet smile, it was perhaps the happiest he had been in a while. Then…

I’m sorry kid, I wish I was better.