The Plea

The Plea
By John A. Wilson


I hear your voice cry out
"Won't someone help me, please?
I cannot do this all alone
Please help me, please,"

Your eyes turn toward me,
Your plea is echoed there.
Others turn and look away.
They just don't seem to care.

What you ask is risky,
To help you could be my end.
Can't someone else do this?
On them can your life depend?

Your plea resonates through my soul
As you face the merciless horde.
I square my shoulders, step to your side,
Heft my shield and draw my sword.