It won't make any difference, but I'll say it anyway: Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop.

The other day, I was reading up on the death of Harold Pinter, and in his Nobel acceptance speech, this extract from a Neruda poem came up -

And one morning all that was burning,
one morning the bonfires
leapt out of the earth
devouring human beings --
and from then on fire,
gunpowder from then on,
and from then on blood.
Bandits with planes and Moors,
bandits with finger-rings and duchesses,
bandits with black friars spattering blessings
came through the sky to kill children
and the blood of children ran through the streets
without fuss, like children's blood.

Jackals that the jackals would despise,
stones that the dry thistle would bite on and spit out,
vipers that the vipers would abominate!

Face to face with you I have seen the blood
of Spain tower like a tide
to drown you in one wave
of pride and knives!

Treacherous
generals:
see my dead house,
look at broken Spain :
from every house burning metal flows
instead of flowers,
from every socket of Spain
Spain emerges
and from every dead child a rifle with eyes,
and from every crime bullets are born
which will one day find
the bull's eye of your hearts.

Today, I've been trying to read about Gaza, I've been trying to understand the hows and whys, trying to imagine a solution, but my mind keeps going back to this poem - and I don't read it as a threat, I read it as a statement of fact. Too much murder and death and horror and it will only breed more.