like the sun they’ll see you rise
the fake, foes and fraudsters who saw
you weep, crawl and beg will fall
their faces abraded like
metal gods scrubbed with wire gauze 

here,  no vest is bulletproof
just bodies taking in bullets
till they feel tipsy and stagger
an unsettling truth
makes the most vocal stutter

but this is the furnace in which the brave are made
like the sun, they’ll see you blaze
shining bright upon critics stewing with hate
no more remembering how pain used to taste