Red Line


It was thin at first,

the line of blood

hardly a trickle

easily crossed

though visibly

to those paying attention.


But with each crossing it widened

a stream bleeding out into a river

and then a sea

bleeding out

from the river to the sea

stronger and stronger

wider and wider

every crossing

widening it.


Making a line that can never be crossed

however many times it is crossed

its crossing becomes impossible.


https://uk.news.yahoo.com/bidens-blurred-red-lines-rafah-172643164.html


https://dissidentvoice.org/2024/06/red-line/


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