A war poem — Hive

WAR ZONE

Copper bullets injecting tiny flesh ,
Exploding ventricles arterial veins ,
Blocking breathing mechanism,
They die with mouth opened ,
Reciting few words from the holy books ,
Hands scribing the hard pavements

Smoking barrels puffing bullets tirelessly,
Blood flowing ,windows painted and curtains decorated ,
Rusty irons melts
Buildings collapses,
Documentaries jets to meet flames

.whistling tummies yawns
..granaries whisper to the blowing winds ,
Barley and maize apologized to farmers ,
For not filling granaries
Barren lands whisper to the skies
For few drops to moisten her lips
....
Desolate,
Bewildered,
Laid in a no man's land
Clothed with soiled garments
..skeleton figure of militants commit suicides ,
From empty tummies ,
they can't runaway from the enemy ,,
..atmosphere stirred up ,Machineries cocked ,
Ballistic flies high to suck oxygen from the tiny being

...anthills decorating ,the now lonely places ,
Crosses easily made from the barrels of an AKs
Prayers mumbled secretly ,
Death not feared now
' so let's die '
The streets turned into cemeteries
Dead bodies lay uncovered
..dancing flies enjoys the stewed meat ,smoked BBQ
..
The scent of the city assemble vultures from a mile ,# Felix writing !