To the editor:
Below is a poem I wrote called "Defiance."
He saw it coming
The bullet that blew his heart into eternity
But not at that moment
Living in the crosshairs of the snipers
Surviving with clarity
on the frontline
bullets blast all day
litter the streets, shatter glass
pock mark the walls
He saw the sniper on the roof
loading his rifle with bullets
two days before he would see no more
He saw it coming
but no way to stop it
In defiance he lived
met his moment
crossing the street to get bread
In the crosshairs of the sniper
Living on the frontline
no more.

Margaret Sampson