A SILENT SCREAM

Beside a road filled with traffic's rage,

holding a flock of hens,

there was a cage,

Fluttering wings and teary eyes,

my heart could hear 

their silent cries,

With a cimeter in hand, a butcher came,

their hearts skipped a beat,

frightened they became

the poor ones tried very hard to escape,

jumped away from the lape.

had a fear in their hearts,

'may be next turn is mine,

My life, this ruthless man is going to wrine'

then a SILENT SCREAM the butcher unheard,

with the poor's blood the cruel hands were gird.