The country is going to the dogs, they used to say, They had wished it would get better but believed that it probably wouldn’t happen. This needs to stop, they said now. They wished it would happen soon and believed that somebody just needed to do something.
And somebody did something, the same something he had been doing for years. This time everyone else stopped and took notice. We’ll join in, they said, agreeing to be part of a list signatures that would be passed on until it became too heavy to travel.
They began talking about it on tv, in newspapers, over the dining table, applauding limited characters and even more agreed to join in the something for real. They’d protest in the same way - not till death, but just a day - to show support.
Then it was Friday. They were excited, knowing they’d have a ball. Tomorrow is Saturday, they said. And Sunday came afterwards.
Or so Yada would say.
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