What’s the impact of social media on public perception you ask? Gaza vs Israel

Posted on: July 30, 2014

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What’s the impact of social media on public perception you ask?

Sherif Mktbi shared Omar Suleiman‘s photo.

Omar Suleiman

Apartheid Israel pays people to go online and support them and even with that their voices calling for genocide are drowned out by the voices of decent human beings around the world saying enough is enough.

T#‎FreePalestine‬ ‪#‎GazaUnderAttack‬ ‪#‎GazaUnderFire‬ ‪#‎SupportGaza‬ ‪#‎PrayForGaza‬Share Naomi Wolf posted:

Very late where I am.

Events in Gaza go beyond words yesterday and today. We are witnessing a holocaust and those who do not rise up to stop it are complicit.

Prose fails at the murder of innocents.

Where words fail poets have a role.

This is for the innocents dead this past two weeks in Gaza and in the region.

I have posted this “Dirge Without Music” by Edna St Vincent Millay before.

Some of us help death by inaction and hardness of heart and some are “not resigned.”

May we, of all backgrounds, continue to join together as not being resigned.

Dirge Without Music

BY EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY

I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.

Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains,—but the best is lost.

The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the
love,—
They are gone. They are gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.

Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.