refractory

It's all manufactured.
Affected outrage
just hot air,
but hot air
can burn
and blister
and bake.
Bellicose but brave,
buffeted by the storm,
facing into the wind
of their scandalized scorn;
refractory, we
refuse to be bowed
by withering looks
and fetid gusts
of foul rumor.
Staunch,
we stand together
and fight.
But the wind takes no notice.
You can't punch the wind.