Little sparks of riot

Closing eyes from all,
Flowers may bloom and fall
Birds may chirp and fly away
But men move through the way
To reach the point of a hill;
It contains just weep and worry,
Tears are strong and firm,
No feeling of humanity,
Only for me and myself
Nothing above or below me!!
Blood is flowing in streams,
Smell of revenge in every breeze,
Everybody sparks with riot
Its a beginning of a massacre;
And above all God closes his eyes.