In the middle—the center,
a bullseye did hide
Its heart bleeding red,
to target the lies
It cried out for justice,
it cried out in pain
Until an arrow struck deeply,
truth firmly ingrained
Its point forced its power,
its shaft driving home
A message of hope,
into falsehood atoned
And deep in your memory,
a last orphan screams
Renamed in the vengeance,
—rebirthed in this dream
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)