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!                
Thats a very powerful expression in your poetry. Nice work keep on writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good poem this one Michael you do have the the gift of empathy