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Zionist in my Home

May 26, 2021

The bombs continue falling
My heart knows no peace,
My husband has certainly become
The cause of my Dis-ease.

You have stripped me
Of my family and friends,
Now that you’re my only
You kick me from your den.

I want to use your car
This, after coming tired home from work
But nay, you do not want
So sadly, I have to walk.

Am I not the one
Who stood by you and sacrificed all her needs?
While you became rich and powerful
What evil is it that you reap?

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