Longhairs

by Ron Lucas / July 24th, 2016

I remember
When I
Thought we
Were oppressed,
Were singled out,
And picked on
By police
Because they
Handed out so
Many tickets for
Loitering,
Busted us for P.I.,
And weed,
And raided our
Underage drinking,
Small town
Keggers.

But they never–
Though we talked back
And ran away–
Never

Shot any

Of us.

It was like…
Our lives

Mattered.

Ron Lucas is an autodidactic, former factory and warehouse laborer. His poetry has appeared, off and on, in various publications for years. Read other articles by Ron.

This article was posted on Sunday, July 24th, 2016 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.