She is War

Her tongue is made of orders and screams
Her spit is the napalm; burning sensations
Her lips are dead bodies
Lifeless and pale.
She has bullets for eyes
And granates for knuckels.
Instead of a mothers breast
She has bombs to destroy cities. 
Her feet are the bulldozers
Crushing the buildings 
Her fingers the misils
Flying over innocent heads.

In her stomach
An atomic bomb lies to rest
A baby to be proud off ?
She inhales the dust and smoke of burning buildings
Smiling at her children, they are
Running in the front:
Death, Horror and Destruction.
With evil little grins.
She thinks to herself
"Aren't they beautiful?"
Behind her is their dad,
Tall and strong
His name
Is  Powerhungry Psykopath.