we watched the smoke rise like prayers, but no god came to listen. buildings crumbled, and with them, entire histories, entire futures.we’ve funded this ruin with quiet hands, signed blank checks for bloodshed, called it “aid” while the cries of children disappeared into dust. the rubble of gaza a grave we dug with indifference.last night, a man wrapped in power stood on a stage, his words heavy with promises of ownership, of exile, of erasure. he said we would take gaza as if it were a troph...