If only I was Superman, I would intercept the shells before they kill the children of Gaza

I am standing on the ruins of a house in Gaza City, peering at the horizon.

Most probably, the body of a martyr lies under the rubble. The body of someone who could not respond to an Israeli “warning”.

Such “warnings” consist of several artillery shells, missiles from a reconnaissance drone, followed by another missile from an F-16, a warplane made in the United States. A gift to the Palestinian people from a superpower.

Israel used to call some warnings a “knock on the roof” – firing at a home to announce a larger attack was imminent. The “knock on the roof” policy seems to have been stopped.

In this house, a woman lived with her husband, three sons and three daughters. They had also provided refuge to relatives from northern Gaza who had been displaced.

Now the house and the families who lived in it are gone forever.

The adjacent house is “luckier”. Its owner inspects it with a sense of astonishment.

His neighbour screams when she sees all that she once owned turned into rubble because the US president believes that “Israel has the right to defend itself”.

Defend itself against who? Terrorists!

If Israel keeps killing at the rate it has been, the official death toll will reach 10,000 very soon. About 40% of the dead are children.

All terrorists.

“Human animals.”

Make me be Superman