What happened to us? One day I look up and there are four of them dressed in black - long overcoats to their ankles, and I wonder what happened - or if it was always like this?
They hassle us for tickets, or how long we parked our car. They take notes when we walk through a red light, or drive the wrong way down the street. They demand. They want results. They want rectification and what's right.
Why is this right?
One day I would like to look up and see people get on the tram dressed in white - smiling, and laughing, offering us all a ticket to ride for free. Congratulating us as we park our car successfully in a difficult parking zone, or when we walk across the road, unharmed. Telling us how great we are - giving each other love.
And we won't need to defend what is right, and feel frightened of when we get it wrong.
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