Journeys (POEM)

Standing, waiting, hot –

Bothered by the orange haze –

Lurking over Tel Aviv –

Today, an iron blanket covers Russia –

Zipping my mouth, erasing my existence –

A man breathes in an iron lung –

Fighting in the land with the tree on it’s flag –

When will the burning bush speak?

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