You got to listen to her tale of woe;
She had been torn from head to toe,
Their action intrudes her soul utmost;
Routinely reminding that bodily roast,
In this dark, she prays;
And asks for the rays of the sun;
Because she screamed for what they did for their fun,
She laid silently on their ‘adventurous’ spot;
Spent the whole day on wooden logs;
Myriad of ‘humans’ mentioned her on their blogs;
But nobody cared of her justified thoughts,
In her silence, she gives bleak stares;
But deep inside, commands punishment for all those players,
Now she rests in hopelessness;
Because there is no evidence;
For this untoward incidence.