The International Community must speed up a response to a cease fire in Gaza!

Engrossed in my reading of a tale I wrote myself a while ago about a Satyr named Boris "The Woodland Centaur" Johnson late last night, I saw a light shine from a window. It must have been a fallen rock from the infinite sky. Luckily for me it did not hit the roof of my house. However, it is thought that a child in Gaza would not have had the same luck as me or anyone else living in very close proximity to my place since he would have had to hide away and pray that his shelter did not get hit by those falling shining lights from the sky that are constantly landing near by. This morning, in my eye mind's eye, I saw a black and white cat washing its face in the same water hole where a white dove of peace with a broken wing was laying, unable to escape the dragon's teeth of war which have been sowed by the bitterness of hostility of warring nations and which have sprang as belligerent circumstances in the Middle East for the world to fret about as to intervene to halt the fight. The white dove of peace looked unnerved but if it was fearful of something there was no one around to calm its fears and while the International Community ponders about a cease fire plan, the planes are still dropping their deathly lethal delivery over the city of Gaza. No one can accuse me of enhancing the physical suffering and terror that those air missions cause to the people below and, therefore, I cannot help but sympathise with the innocent children, women and elderly people of Gaza trapped in a conflict that is none of their choosing.  With an unsteady hand I poured out a glassful of ale, which I managed to splash half as much on the floor, I stood up by the window with my glass of ale still in my hand as my mind wandered aimlessly in an intricate wind course of pondering and deficiency. Trying to raise my spirit I kept telling myself that this awful episode in the Middle East would soon come to an end and wished that the civilised world did not see or allow, for that matter, happenings of that nature  ever happen again. Having said that, apprehension always arrives with fear; what a confounded nuisance that war is for all concerned. In that context one cannot rule anything out or anything in since a commanding cease fire instruction has not been properly issued to the warring nations by the representatives of the denizens of the world through the United Nations ruling body. The sky above Gaza is still read with flame of bitterness, fuelled, perhaps, with the blood of hundreds of people who have perished as the product of constant air strikes hit the heart of Gaza, living it in a blazing ruin and an utterly humiliation of the city and its denizens. Where was I? The window, the window; yeah the window, I was still standing there watching the world go by and all that jazz. The sky was pale and I came away from the window as I was exposed to the element and noticed that my heart was in my hands, sad beyond comfort, shedding the tears that do not show but give grief to the soul. All of a sudden, as the wind made a wailing sound, spluttering perhaps, a fatalistic warning, an igniting discharge of electricity, followed by a loud rumble of thunder, crashed abruptly against the sky shattering the lugubrious silence of the heavens; torrential rain followed and soon the whole of London was soaked to the bone. Figuratively speaking, the weather conditions threatened it with obliteration but it stood there oblivious and impervious to its threat and it has always been there and it will forever be there. London that is. Indeed, I am just a tale teller who agrees that at times prudence and reserve are best in all things but in this case I do not think that I am writing inconsiderately or inadvisely about the loss of human lives in those little wars that are taking place in the world as I write this piece and threfore on account of my personal opinion and my belief in using peaceful methods to bring about disagreements to satisfactory compromises I would like to say that diplomacy is the best route to settle differences and not wars.

P. Figueras