A blind woman in Israel crossing the road

Streets lined with the sweat of slave labourers lining up for some well deserved respect among their pious peers who drench their desires with cigarettes and beers
Ultimately avoiding hazardous awakenings in the openings of new days filled with explosions and lined with nails
We await the dutiful return of the man with no hair and long curly locks, twisted desperately into an image created to perpetrate, abolish and exterminate all who follow in his wake
A blind woman in Israel I sail from heights never before scaled and haling from a land of everything’s mostly okay
Yet I distinguish the difference between death and pain
Blood spattered streets that don’t get cleansed in the rain, which never comes,
just hot pollution and hazy sun
Which we never see set
and a war
Which we never see settled
And she walks over to the calcium filled water and fills the kettle
More honey and peace
Soon my sweet we’ll escape like rebels
Riding out on a desert highway, all the way back to our favourite yesterday
We said we’d never sway
Unless today is the day
How many people died today in different ways, and can we differentiate between torture and euthanasia?
Is this the easy way?
Riding out on a desert highway, we hit a woman and take her life in day
We'll escape like ribbons, untied and sliding softly underneath tired eyes and ears
...A way to cross this road without being seen