IRS

In the year of '2024, the truth unfolds,

Of injustices hidden, of stories untold.

In the heart of the nation, a shadow looms,

As the IRS takes taxes, from minority rooms.

With hard-earned dollars, they fill out each form,

Hoping for refunds, to weather the storm.

But when tax season arrives, and refunds are due,

The IRS swoops in, leaving hearts askew.

From minority pockets, their dollars are snatched,

Leaving families struggling, their hopes dispatched.

With budgets stretched thin, and dreams deferred,

The IRS's actions, are deeply absurd.

In the midst of inequality, they find their prey,

Targeting minorities, in a cruel display.

Their wealth stripped away, their futures dimmed,

By a system rigged, where justice seems slim.

Yet amidst the turmoil, voices rise,

Demanding justice, with unwavering cries.

For in the face of adversity, they stand strong,

Fighting for fairness, where they belong.

So let us stand with minorities, in solidarity,

And demand accountability, with ferocity.

For in the year of '24, let justice prevail,

And end the IRS's injustice action.