A Steady Flame Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A shiny shell, they wear so bright,
Their words a shield, a blinding light.
They puff their chests, they stand so tall,
Uncaring if they make you fall.

Their triumphs sung, their deeds declared,
While others' pain, they've never shared.
Their needs are met, their spirits soar,
They never ask what lies in store.

For those they wound, whose hearts they break,
A different face, for goodness sake.
Their sharpest words, a hidden plea,
For what they lack, for all to see.

Their judgments cast, a hollow sound,
Upon your worth, they can't be found.
For in their pride, a fear resides,
Where their own weakness softly hides.