She was a child

She was a child, really
with long blond hair
and a fist raised
Laced up work boots
faded patched jeans
and a tie-dyed tee shirt
1-2-3-4
We don’t want your
f----ing war

A boyfriend with a mustache
and curly brown hair
scraggling around his ears
Carrying a camera to record
the police in helmeted riot gear
wielding their batons

Not seeing then that
they were different
because they had choices
and a safety net behind them.