Taxation of the Israeli
We move accordingly using
less air to breathe wandering
about the crued oils of dirt
grime corruption coated
with uncommon valor seen
by millions witnessed by
none we move in separate
lives coasting throughout
mental health relief desperate
an yet clothed with the
blood of everyone totally
exempt from taxation
missing broken overlooking
the rise of Jerusalem
Copyright © Yolanda Joy Nicholsen | Year Posted 2024
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