There's No Place Like Home

There's no place like home, a line made famous by Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz in 1939, as the world was still recovering from the loss of many young men during WW1 and America, in particular, the displacement and suffering during the Great Depression. 

"Aye, but to die, and go we know not where; to lie in cold obstruction and to rot." Words written by Shakespeare over 450 years ago, but like much of his work, are still relevant today. Homes reduced to dust and rubble, people forced to journey to a destination that will hold no comfort, terrorised as they travel. Not living, merely existing, clinging onto shreds of hope as they try to stay alive. 

For those of us who are snug and cosy in our homes, the roofs over our heads that may cost a little more than they did last year, is it just another Netflix show? Will it end well, or will there be a holocaust, an apocalypse, the end of the world as we know it? I think we all know the answer. For those who survive the genocide, there will be no homes. They will be forced to relocate, surrounded initially by sympathy, then swiftly by hate as they refuse to assimilate. At least for now, the voices that rise against immigration are less vocal. For now. 

The world has changed beyond all recognition in a few, short months. It didn't take a village, it just took one diabolical man with an abundance of power he should never have

been granted in the first place. Many of us still do not understand. We have learned nothing from history, but then there are so many people who have never left their small town, let alone opened the pages of a history book. 

An epic failure to negotiate peace, aggravated by a so-called peace agreement created by a baboon, signed by a war criminal and endorsed by many countries, will guarantee there is genuinely, not metaphorically, No Place Like Home for those who survive the current atrocity in Gaza.