Defiant To the End
If martial law were to be established, I would not respect its curfew.
I'd continue walking the streets past curfew as I have and will always do,
and I would hope that behind me,
would be followers of hundreds of many.
What in the hell could government then do?
Arrest me and every single one of the hundreds of you?
If alone I end up walking about the streets,
I will be arrested, tried and executed most certainly.
Hell, they may even just shoot me down right there in the street,
and I would prefer that exit truthfully,
if I can't live my life absolutely freely.
I ask that all of my acquaintances, family and friends,
that they have engraved on my tombstone the following;
"He was our father, our mother, our brother and friend,
who remained defiant to the very end."
Copyright © Billy Thekidster | Year Posted 2020
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