He Called me a Zionist
How deep is the hate
how foolish the claims
how silly the egoism
how petty the jealousy
how sad the lack of character
how does one wake up
inside the lies of poetry
dead ink, a worthless soul
The world is now more aware
are you?
Copyright © Arthur Vaso | Year Posted 2025
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