Air Raids And Rockets Poem by shimon weinroth

I sit in a bunker
sleep in a bomb shelter
Play and Wonder
Why I can't go home

Mommy says its dangerous
But she always says that
Why so different today
I can not go out and play

Daddy is here too
It must be a holiday
Why does everyone
Seem so worried

What are those booms
Screams from overhead
Big people shudder and slink
Whisper and cry

So I cry too from time to time
They listen to the radio
All the time
No music no laughter, no singing

Why can't I go out and play

They talk of war
What does that mean
We will have to remain
In the shelter and not go home

I'm told to sit quiet
I ask too many questions
If i don't ask
How will I know

They seem so worried
So i worry too
Why can't we go home
I don't like the shelter

They say people get killed
I know old people die
And sick people die
How is getting killed any different

Can anyone explain