Poetry: Echosightings Vol III, HATESEEKER

You stepped
Into my sanctuary
With your
Puny bullets
now My body
has become a
Velvet-lined
Steel-coated
Missile 
aimed right at
Your Statehouse
You pierced hearts
And spleens
I explode your lies
Smash to smithereens your myths
Of valiant warriors trapped
on the wrong side of
History
Did you not
wonder
Why we welcomed you in?
Did you not think we could
Feel
your cowardly hate?
A date with
destiny
is what you believed
You were on
But it is you
and your hooded
patrons
That were duped
Enjoy the spotlight
while you can
The glare
Of the crossed stars
In your 
Flag
For soon enough
It wiil sear your
Eyes
And while I return
Whole
To the welcoming
Earth
You and your
Flag
will be vagabond
ashes