They Were Kids. Real Kids. Kids With Lives And Dreams And Hopes. They Had Favorite Colors And Foods And

they were kids. real kids. kids with lives and dreams and hopes. they had favorite colors and foods and things to do and places to be. some were too young to have any of those things actually. some were infants and toddlers who didn't get the chance to grow and live and become their own people. they smiled and laughed. don't forget that. please don't forget that. don't let the gore and violence desensitize you. don't let these children become just bags of unrecognizable pieces of bone and tissue. don't let them become just masses covered in white clothe. don't let them become corpses in a mass grave. don't let them become numbers. don't forget who they were.

how can you look at those innocent faces, look at that father holding his children in plastic bags, and say that they deserved this?

how can you look at any of these children and say they deserved it?

(link to the video so you can read the photo captions as mine were all cut by for some reason: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8BkgAyn/ )

Edit:

I would like to add one more image to this.

end this fucking genocide, this is sickening.

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