Bravado

The scale is broken;
sand is on the wrong side
the bad side.

Its getting too strong,
pushing all else down to the floor
kicking it in their face.

The men up there
in their powerful blue sky.
What’s inside them?
Do we want to know?

They sit in their towers
masks on their face.
But the glue is starting to sink
and burn to their skin.

Don’t they know that all will fall
If a good man believes his own bravado?

Its coming soon.