CRY FOR HELP By ... Steve Lucky

                  CRY FOR HELP
               By ... Steve Lucky

War, being all around him, was all he knew.
Battle strategies were something he knew far too well,
Yet he never seemed to know them well enough.
Gradually the successes and failures of war
Day after day became a part of everyday life.
Never did he know anything else.
For his deeply cherished beliefs, he was willing to fight
Even to the point of death by slow torture.
Those opposed appeared willing to do the same.
Peace some insisted on creating despite enormous odds against it.
How important are beliefs worth defending to the death
Compared to the damage caused by relentless fighting?
Questions like these he asked himself frequently.
Sometimes he wondered if it was even possible to win
Or if only death awaited him.
Humbly he realized his best chance of success
Was to swallow his pride, admit the situation was beyond his control,
And cry for help.
Power to cry for help should not be taken lightly.
Like him, his enemies knew this too.
They kept a sharp eye out
For anything out of the ordinary.
Victory was finally within his grasp while they were distracted.
If help did arrive, could they defeat his enemies?
More important would they finally find the peace
Desired by him for as long as he could remember?
Relentlessly attacking his mind, questions came even faster than before.
Greatly need help arrived to give him a more solid backing
But they did not do much else.
War would continue ...
And so would his cries for help.

Copyright 2003, Steve Lucky