Hateism Poem by Christopher Okiri

I wish to hit and smash a thing of substance
Some thing unmoving like statue in a temple
Some stained-glass window in the distance
Shadow-casting thing like a church's steeple

Dazzling dome wrapped in sheets of fools gold
Covering pile ‘o stones & termite-eaten timber
Graven image of the molten calf, standing bold
In the cross-haired scope of my fiery temper

I shoot; the straying shots miss their targets
Bouncing off walls by which I am encompass'
Curving in steep slopes and spiking tangents
Coming back as pricks to sting me on the ass