"Arrr! As hunger prowls Gaza's shores, them farmers be moanin' 'bout their crops sunk to Davy Jones' locker!"
2024-11-01
Arrr, after a year of swashbucklin’ and cannon fire, them poor landlubber farmers be losin’ their plots, their tools, and aye, in some grim cases, their very lives! ‘Tis a right pickle, it be, for growin’ crops be harder than findin’ a mermaid’s undergarments!
Arrr matey! Gather 'round, ye scallywags, for I be tellin' ye a tale from the fields of plenty, now turned to sorrowful sands o' war! After more than a year o' clashin' swords and cannon fire, them poor farmers be sufferin' more than a landlubber with a belly full o' saltwater! Aye, their fields be layin' fallow, their plows be rustier than a shipwrecked hull, and some even be payin' the ultimate price — their very lives!