I am Gulliver, and I am under attack.
Strings are binding me to the earth.
Little arrows are flying at me from little people on the ground.
Individually, they don’t hurt.
However, together they pique me, and the hurt is not lessened by the masses.

And with every new string they throw over my limbs and secure to the ground, come another arrow.
Another arrow comes with each string.

Soon, I will be covered in tiny ropes.
And, where there are no ropes tying me down,
I will bleed because they continue to shoot their arrows at me in the same places,
Over and over and over again.
The people are small, and do see out of their own peripheral vision.
Tied down, I will bleed at the hands of the little people who I never intended to hurt in the first place.