The sun blinds the victim
in the midnight massacre.
He’s left to fend for himself;
his allies are obstacles,
and his survival lies in their
shallow lakes of blood.
He hides in his plastic fear
and lets out a cry for help.
The man becomes a boy
while the enemy looks on!
Michael Fischer
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-epic-war-midnight-massacre/
