His strong arm lay torn off, by the road side <br /> <br />People, cars, dogs, just strolled by <br /> <br />Unfeeling, not a glance of compassion <br /> <br /> <br />Wrenched from the body, a gaping wound <br /> <br />Bark and sap oozing agony, a slow death waits <br /> <br />The trees silent screams, unheard<br /><br />Anita Atina<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silent-screams-unheard/
