Imagine England being back in war. Homes being corrupted by conflict. Scattered feet in the dark heading towards bomb shelters. The small, 

button-noses of children concealed by gas masks. In England most residents are fortunate enough to reside so peacefully in their homes that the highest call for alarm has been the ice cream van mistaken for a siren. However, many are not so fortunate. For people living in places like Palestine, the sound of sirens has begun to substitute the sound of owls at night. Despite our claims to be humanitarian, many of us cannot stop the flow of our scrolling for the children begging to stay alive. Today is a dystopia. 

 

Within the western world we have read books like 1984, which show a world oppressed under a ruthless totalitarian government, and reacted in disgust at the continued patriotism and ignorance of the people that live within it. Well these people are not much unlike ourselves. Majority of us are going on unbothered by the pleas of desperate civilians across the world. Civilians that are being targeted as if they had military weapons strapped across their shoulders. Social media has become overcome with last-resort donation pages that we dismiss on our latest model phones. 

 

A dystopia is an extremely or frightening community. A year ago the tension was worrying. A month ago the state of Gaza was horrific. Today our nonchalance is disturbing. Unsurprisingly, Palestine is not the only situation of suffering that is being silenced. Sudan has become engulfed in starvation without a care from those who can afford it. Basic human rights are being denied like improper paperwork. Consequently, you would expect outrage and flooding donations. But this is not the case. Because they’re far away? Or perhaps because we have been conditioned not to care