His strong arm lay torn off, by the road side
People, cars, dogs, just strolled by
Unfeeling, not a glance of compassion
Wrenched from the body, a gaping wound
Bark and sap oozing agony, a slow death waits
The trees silent screams, unheard
Brutal, frank and powerful Anita. The metaphor is not wasted. Rgds, Ivan
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I would like to translate this poem
that is absolutely powerful...the brutality with which we treat nature should be condemned...you've done a fine job!