Defiance
Defiantly showing his face,
He wouldn’t be put in his place.
“You’ve no right to ask
Me to put on a mask
And my contacts I won’t let you trace!”
He stormed past the guards at the store
Who were stationed right next to the door
While the onlookers shrugged
Thinking they might get slugged
If they gave him a needed what-for.
It’s too bad that the virus can’t land
On those doubters so we can demand
That they loudly retract
What their stubbornness lacked
While they followed the chain of command.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2020
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