Like Gaza, the acts of genocide are hidden beneath the manufactured reality we are presented with, but you don't need to kill with guns and bombs when you can starve people out, deny them medicine, and make their very existence illegal. The methods differ, but the systematic elimination remains the same—dressed up as urban planning, healthcare policy, and law and order.  Genocide Of The Poor They draw the lines like battle plans in red ink on city maps, mark neighborhoods for "renewal" and "development," while sirens wail through streets that once held families now scattered like autumn leaves before bulldozers. The medicine costs more than rent, the rent costs more than wages, the wages buy less than silence from those who make the rules, and food cost prayers and tears, no money to buy it.   Buses roll through midnight streets carrying the displaced to nowhere— one-way tickets to forgotten places where the forgotten go to disappear....

My Sunday morning thoughts...   “Sanctuaries” They rise like fortresses of fortune, etched against the skyline— stone, steel, glass stacked in shimmering layers, palaces built to outlast time itself. Their gates never creak. They glide open only for those whose names carry weight like currency. Inside, the air hums low with comfort— climate tuned precisely, floors that shine like mirrors, chandeliers spun from light itself, hallways vast as canyons lined with gold-leafed words about generosity. They dine on imported delicacies, aged wines, discussing strategies for change , how best to guide the unruly world beyond their walls. Through rose-colored windows they gaze out, seeing only what flatters them back— poverty as a puzzle to be solved from afar, desperation as distant noise, a problem of policy, never proximity. They craft rules for those outside— codes, decrees, restrictions— shaping streets they’ve never walked, drafting laws with hands that have never touched a callus ...