Three Days of Curfew

On the first day of curfew, I defiantly walked the streets, but was soon escorted back home by my local police. On the second day of curfew I walked the streets again as well, but spent the rest of the evening locked up in a holding cell. On the third day of curfew I sat in front of my building all night, until a squad car arrived and told me to get inside. I had hoped that many more would have joined me, but everyone is so afraid to stand up to authority. Defiant to the end I will always be, when it comes to preserving our freedom and civil liberties, but for all of my efforts, I will most likely, end up at some Guantanamo Bay like facility.