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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
looking through the eyes of a child at the present condition of the world of war and terrorism is really interesting.nice poem