mowed down by a Mack truck
on a dead-end street,
careens into the bay (-ner),
tangles in transit
as the metal wheels of principle plough through,
obliterating common ground,
stuck in one direction —
Is compromise a life skill worth learning?
Can a consensus among masses ever be reached without compromise?
Do some people really believe paved roads cost nothing?
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