The Well-Founded Fear of Injustice

She stands staunchly
at point-blank range

before a man
in uniform.

She’s an old dear
in the headlights –

a fading beauty
rallied at a protest that’s
not turning ugly.

Her dyed red hair
loudly echoes her fiery
fervour and love.

She dearly hopes
that this riot cop will

wield his power
responsibly,

her good heart fearful
of another injustice.