Children Of War Poem by chris spurrell

Can someone tell us why, the bombs are dropped and bullets fly.
Places that were once our homes now stand broken all alone.
We are children of a war, what is it our father's are fighting for.
we really do not understand all we see is the ruin of our land.
Desolation is all around what has happened to our town.
There's nothing left but brick and rubble, what can be wrong, what is the trouble.
You hold our future in your hands, please stop and think about this land.
Put down your weapons that kill and maim and talk to each other again.
Please think of us and do things right so we may sleep in peace tonight.
And tomorrow we hope will bring an end to our pain and suffering.