A Broken Plea

A lonely whisper A broken plea Can no one feel her agony? Will no one save her now?
Her home is burned Her parents gone Her possessions lost Can you feel her dread At what is to come? Will no one save her now?
She can join the dreaded Watchmen Kind, have they been Fiercely the defend her They will save her now




Credit for this poem goes to my friend who used her spare time to write this.