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Writer's pictureLara Flanagan

Dystopia has arrived

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Dystopia has arrived


This week celebs grimaced on the red carpets of the Golden Globes while the bombs continued to fall on the canvas tents, aid trucks, ambulances and hospitals of Gaza.

 

Three celebrities wore ceasefire pins as opposed to the endless number of celebrities who wore yellow ribbons at last year’s academy awards, their outrage fuelled by the fake claims of mass rape and headless babies. Real mass rape and headless babies do not elicit a peep. In this dystopian world nobody cares anymore about pretending that some lives matter more than others.

 

It should all scare us. The silence of the media. The lies of our governments. The murder of doctors, paramedics, press, aid workers, poets, intellectuals, men, women and children. It should fill us with dread. This week Trump said he would issue arrest warrants for the International Criminal, take back Greenland and that the Israeli hostages better be returned (the over 10,000 Palestinian hostages who have been systematically tortured, raped and murdered don’t matter) or all hell would break loose. What the hell does he think has been happening in Palestine for the last 8 decades?

 

It should all terrify us. Archie is reading 1984 for school and he said to me, “mum it’s like reading about the world today.” Dystopia has arrived, and our silence has allowed it. That should terrify us most of all.

 

Dystopia has arrived

 

This week dystopia has arrived,

and battling for our attention,

as we are scrolling, scrolling, scrolling

is Gaza and the Golden Globes.

 

In Gaza, the children are

dying

from lack of bedding

and winter clothes.

In California, the actresses are

cavorting,

even doing some contorting

in thousand-dollar robes.

 

In Gaza, the people are

dying,

from famine

and forced starvation,

In California, actresses are

fasting,

and ignoring

fancy plates of degustation.

 

In Gaza, there is no death

the people haven’t tried,

no plea they haven’t made,

no story they haven’t told.

In California, there is no gift

the stars have not received,

no pose they haven’t posed

no soul that has not been sold.

 

In Gaza, the people are dying,

in California, the celebs are smiling

the ratings are in, dystopia has arrived,

and the winner is the Golden Globes.

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