3,336 Years of Connection
My wife and I have scrubbed and searched
every crumb of leaven unearthed
No one will come and check our work
We’re on our honor, nothing lurks
No piece of candy in remote drawer
that would spoil the result we’re aiming for
For the leaven -- risen from the yeast in dough
represents arrogance: Ancient Egypt’s Pharaoh
The ‘grand-cestor’ of today’s Hamas scorpios
who will not let my People go
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2024
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