“Stop charging we will use force”
I hold the sign desperately
I shout “don’t cross”
while scanning the crowd
My son, my daughter, their friends
Arriving back home at 2am
I shower, I sleep, I get dressed
My back aches, my eyes are drowsy, my stomach is famished
3 hrs later i am out the door
dreading the upcoming 21 hrs.
With my truncheon raised and tear gas container in hand
I stare into the eyes of my children
I do not want to be here.