On the streets of terror

I walked down the streets of death where corpses welcomed me!

Sky cried in blood washing the happiness over my feet!

Spilt guts and organs 

everywhere

 noise of terror

 audible far away!

 

A tree sighed 

me to approach 

and taste its fruits!

I was baffled

 they were not fruits

 but grenades and bullets!

The tree misunderstood me

 and showed the field where guns are growing!

 

I moved away to find life

 and found a little girl,

 Cloaked in darkness,

 weeping alone!

  

She looked at my blood soaked clothes!

asked me " Are you human? "