Day 3273, politics.

Daily picture, Poetry
We all have to come together, they say sometimes.
To stand up against forces going backward or forward too fast or that go nowhere.

But when are there too many together, holding hands, intertwining into a fence?
Do we want to become a fence that, at time, someone else has to cut?

Can you stop when time is unavoidably against you?
Or is there no time in politics?

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