The air was electric, waiting for a reaction to the obvious. They were all there as promised. Lining the streets, crawling through cracks in the pavement, like dandelions – bold and unappealing. They were poised, minds set in protest. It was the war that was why they were all there. To stand against the waves of pain evaporating off the country’s decisions. Vietnam. That was their reason, a protest, standing against war and pain. Against all the suffering that comes with combat. So they all stood their minds together.
They dressed to be seen. In pools of clashing colours; bold unforgiving flowers worn as badges, collectable, to be exhibited and advertised. On the other side were guns; at the end of them were men. Cold faces, stiff jaws and
They dressed to be seen. In pools of clashing colours; bold unforgiving flowers worn as badges, collectable, to be exhibited and advertised. On the other side were guns; at the end of them were men. Cold faces, stiff jaws and