We are slaughtering the Palestinian people.
We are starving children.
We are bombing hospitals.
We are bulldozing homes and killing entire families in their sleep.
Not just the Israelis; them,
We.
We fund it.
We shield it.
We normalize it.
We worship in pews while it happens—then go to brunch.
This genocide is not a secret.
It is not hidden in shadow.
It is livestreamed.
We’ve seen the mothers digging babies out of rubble.
We’ve seen the skeletal faces of famine.
We’ve heard the pleas for help—and scrolled past them.
So let’s stop pretending.
We are not ignorant.
We are not helpless.
We are complicit.
We are the genocidal maniacs we claim to abhor.
We are what we swore we would never become.
And every church that says nothing…
every politician that smiles for the camera…
every citizen who chooses comfort over conscience…
is one more link in the chain tightening around the throat of the Palestians.
This is not politics.
This is not policy.
This is sacred desecration—and it bears our fingerprints.
So let this be our confession:
We knew. And we let it happen.
And worse—
It is still happening.
Right now.
Today.
We are still letting it happen.
We are the ones who should be charged.
We are the perpetrators we claim to mourn.
And no action we take now—at this late, blood-soaked hour—can remove our guilt.
Yet still,
We do nothing.
Nothing.