Tree's Call (Epigram)

Battered into submission, the dead-alive trees endured its living
Mans twisted form of living, and twisted form of thinking

Branches aiming high, high above the blue sky
Praying to someone for help, tears of sap is all they can do to cry

These misunderstood creatures are subjected to torture and rape
Humanity’s downfall is something they’d have to wait

*Epigrams are short satirical poems ending with either a humorous retort or a stinging punchline*