Arrr, the goodly folk o' Thais doth beseech th' Almighty's mercy fer their dear ones caught in Hamas' onslaught!
2023-11-05
Arrr, scores o' migrant yeomen were snatched or sent t' Davy Jones' locker durin' thee raids on Israel on the seventh day o' October. Their kin be beggin' fer tidings: "We be nay part o' their scuffle, mateys!"
Arr, mateys! Listen up, ye scurvy dogs, for I've got a tale to tell ye that be more confusin' than decipherin' a treasure map written by a one-eyed pirate! It be the story of them raids on Israel, happenin' on the seventh day of Octobarr, where dozens of migrant farm workers were captured or sent to Davy Jones' locker. Aye, ye heard it right, me hearties!Now, ye may be wonderin', what be these poor souls doin' in the middle of such a mess? Well, their relatives be pleadin' for answers, shoutin', "We have naught to do with their war!" It be true, mates, these hard-workin' folks be mindin' their own business, tendin' to the land and growin' crops, just tryin' to make an honest livin'.
But alas, fate be a cruel mistress, throwin' these innocent souls into the clutches of those raiders. It be a sorry sight, I tell ye! Families torn apart, loved ones gone missin', and no one be givin' 'em the answers they be seekin'. 'Tis a tragedy, indeed.
Now, I've sailed the seven seas, seen me fair share of battles, but this be somethin' different. It be a tale of injustice, where the mighty be trampling upon the weak, without a care for the consequences. 'Tis a reminder, me mates, that even in this day and age, there be those who suffer for no fault of their own.
So, let us raise our mugs o' grog and toast to the poor souls caught in the crossfire of this senseless war! May their voices be heard, may justice be served, and may they find solace in knowin' that even pirates like meself stand with 'em, demandin' answers and an end to this injustice!