Bright lights scintillate though the night
Tensions increase with each revolution,
The formerly calm community
Wrecked with a dismaying ease.
Sensory impressions so vivid,
The odors, sounds and sights,
Giving the scene a surreal quality
Which demands flexibility of action,
While with their cohorts they struggle
To try to save a life tonight,
Due to a waiver of common sense,
Coupled with a contrary nature
Which led to the bloodshed
Out on this forsaken property.
Angels please guide these hands,
That try to do the impossible,
Breathe hope back into the one
Who life blood escapes in the ground.

Laura R
3-6-03