Last Orphan Of The Truth

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)