On the anniversary of the flour massacre in Gaza

In the baking aisle, I remember the bread massacre,

The Israeli murdered over a hundred people seeking food. Over 700 were wounded. There are no functioning hospitals.

The almond flour, the spelt, the bleeding wallet, is this what the wealthy dream of, starving people then picking them off one by one as they come for flour? It’s a strange capitalist dream Henry Ford forgot. as the model of self interest is destroyed by the unpaid starving teachers of Gaza, like the teachers of Yemen before them, who continue to work for the greater good.

When KLF burned 2 million pounds, they stated ‘there were no less loaves of bread the next day’. There was the same amount of apples. There was probably more bullets.

Bobby Sands lasted 66 days on hunger strike. It’s been 150. Still to brave bullets for flour, because tomorrow there will be no flour only bullets. Another 2 million pounds turned to ash by people who claim to care about money. Listen to their dollar speak drone on and on on the abc. It sounds like they are scraping bone with their moral dilemmas. Maybe once the rubble is cleared their lost integrity will be found unrecognisable under the bodies, like melted rubber stuck to a leaf of the trees that once stood in Gaza. The embedded journalists silhouette. Down the road is Andrew Bolt’s smile. His belly full of bread.