TERROR TREE

From the tree that stood sturdy

Terrified, flew off a birdie

No sooner had it foreseen the danger.

Holding an axe, approached a stranger.

No second thoughts, he brutally hacked

Off fell the tree and loud it cracked.

No blood shed, though the wound severe,

Only roots now remained as an arrear.

Weapons different but goal similar,

Armed with intentions solely to devour,

A terrorist, set out, unaware of his folly

Transforming tranquility into melancholy.

Terror rose high up in the air

Scattered below lay victims' cadaver.

While blood oozed out from the wounds’ orifice

And seeped deep in through ground’s crevice.

As every life gets slaughtered,

The wounds get more and more rooted.

At once, they’ll sublimate out of freeze

When sufferings become beyond increase.